The rain became heavier, pitter-pattering against the window.
Su Miaomiao hurried forward to close the window and handed Xie Yuan a towel.
"Sir, please sit for a moment, I'm going to take a bath."
Her voice was still slightly hoarse from crying earlier.
For some reason, even though she wasn't usually one to cry, she couldn't help it in front of Xie Yuan.
Having cried, her rationality returned, luckily without further embarrassment.
The weather changed, and the ferry on the island stopped, so she had no choice but to bring Xie Yuan back with her.
Once in the bathroom, she turned on the hot water and started showering.
Xie Yuan sat in the wheelchair, wiped his wet body, and turned to put the towel back.
A slender silhouette was projected onto the bathroom glass.
Not very clear, the blurred beauty was enough to set one's imaginations running wild.
Inside, the sound of water was loud; she seemed unaware of the glass issue.
