The black night faded away as a hint of fish-belly white appeared at the edge of the sky.
In the bedroom, a warm yellow table lamp had been on all night, clearly illuminating the mess on the bed, the floor, and the sofa.
A peculiar odor wafted through the air.
At this moment, there was no one in the room, yet the bathroom glass door was glowing with light.
The floor was wet with water stains.
Two people were lying in the white bathtub.
Yu Chiyin lay underneath, carefully protecting the person in his arms. Having soaked for a while, the warm water had begun to turn cold.
He briefly closed his eyes to rest his spirit. When his ink-dark pupils opened, the light in his eyes was dazzling.
Despite having exerted himself last night, he was in high spirits. On the other hand, Lu Fengxuan was like her vitality had been drained, her whole body limp and nesting on his chest, sleeping soundly.
The water was getting cold, and further soaking would chill her.
