"Bang!"
The frosted door of the bathroom slammed shut with a deafening crash.
Yu Chiyin sat on the edge of the bed, his ears still echoing with her roar.
Remembering the look of fury on her face just moments ago, he curved his lips in amusement and couldn't help but laugh aloud.
However, he inadvertently aggravated the spot where she had punched him, hissed as he touched his lip, then rubbed his left eye socket while muttering to himself,
"She's got a strong punch."
Yu Chiyin quickly got out of bed, went to the wardrobe to change into a set of house clothes, holding an apricot-colored dress and a set of light purple undergarments.
These were the clothes he had prepared for Lu Fengxuan.
He laid the clothes on the couch, then walked over to the window to draw the curtains open, letting the sunshine pour in, warm and comforting.
