Having been sitting on the ground with her legs crossed, her blood circulation wasn't smooth, and only with Zhang Hao's assistance did He Qianhui manage to stand up.
"Try the watermelon, it's especially sweet."
After speaking, He Qianhui limped toward the bathroom.
Earlier, it was she who had secretly watched Zhang Hao take a shower, but this time the roles were reversed.
Zhang Hao sat outside, unlike He Qianhui who had sneaked a peek before; he openly watched.
It wasn't until He Qianhui pulled the curtain that Zhang Hao realized there actually was a curtain in the bathroom.
How had he missed seeing it before? It seemed that having eyes was just for show.
With the curtain drawn, unable to see what was happening inside, all that was left were the sounds of cascading water and Zhang Hao's imagination swirling in his head.
They were getting ready for bed when Zhang Hao received another call from the doctor.
