The sound of water in the bathroom wasn't loud. The boy leaned against the sink, his clothes entirely soaked.
His skin seemed even paler under the light, water sliding down the contours of his body. His clothes clung tight to his frame, making him look incredibly thin.
Coffee-colored hair clung to both sides of his cheeks, his long lashes slightly trembling, each adorned with a few droplets of water. A faint smile hung on his deep red lips all throughout.
Only when everything outside the bathroom settled down did the boy leisurely strip off his soaked clothes.
The damp clothes were discarded into a basket, and clean, neatly-folded outfits were placed outside the glass door.
The bathroom was not soundproof.
Lu Xiu heard all the sounds from outside.
In his previous life, An Yeran had never dared to speak to Jiang Li like this.
