Fu Han stripped off her clothes, her two smooth and straight legs exposed to the air. She stepped into the bathtub, the warm water wrapping around her, driving away much of the fatigue from her journey.
There is no tiredness that a bath cannot cure. If there is, it just means you haven't soaked long enough.
The more Fu Han soaked, the sleepier she felt. She definitely did not want to fall asleep in the bathtub. Drowning or freezing to death, either way would be an unbearably cruel fate for her.
The spacious bathroom was amply heated, the rising steam akin to a pervasive fog that reduced visibility to nought, making one blind even with eyes wide open.
Fu Han dried off and slipped into a set of pink coral fleece pajamas. She wiped the mirror and saw her face, pink as if she had applied an entire box of rouge in one breath; her eyes shone bright as stars in the sky; her lips, untouched by lipstick, were naturally redder than even the most vivid shade of red.
