Zhang Ziwen lay in the bath, puffing away on a cigarette as the waves sloshed against him. Thanks to the fantastic ventilation in the bathroom, both the steam and the smoke quickly dissipated through the exhaust system. He didn't feel suffocated in the slightest within the steamy room. By now, the warm water had soaked through his skin, leaving him relaxed and comfortable. The luxurious bathtub felt so good that he didn't want to get up at all.
Just as he was revelling in this bliss, a soft knock sounded at the door. Zhang Ziwen's heart leapt. Judging by the knock, it was probably Tang Shu. Only she would be so polite. If it had been He Li, she'd surely have banged on the door and barreled in without waiting for a response. Back when he used to live at her place, she often took the opportunity to catch him off guard.
