Running water echoed from the bathroom.
Qiao Ruoxin stood outside the door, waiting for Mo Chen to finish his bath.
She had dragged this scoundrel back to her bedroom, urging him to take a shower to wash off the bloodstains.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.
Mo Chen stepped out wearing a black robe, his short, damp hair slightly disheveled.
She handed him mouthwash, "Here, lemon-flavored mouthwash."
The man glanced at her indifferently, his voice deep, "I don't like it."
"I like it! Hurry up!"
"…"
Mo Chen looked at her for three seconds, then took the mouthwash and went to the sink to rinse his mouth.
Qiao Ruoxin grabbed a hairdryer and stood next to the single sofa in front of the window, waiting.
"Come here, I'll help you dry your hair."
Mo Chen's tall, handsome figure approached her, nearly blocking all her light, and then he sat on the single sofa.
Her small hands wove through his hair, gently drying it.
Ten minutes later, she turned off the hairdryer.
