The hot water from the showerhead cascaded over Chen Feng's head, filling the bathroom with steam. A perfect figure of a woman came up from behind him, a colorful butterfly tattooed on her shoulder. Chen Feng turned around and gently touched her forehead, tenderly wiping a water droplet from her hair and said, "You really didn't have to do this. I'm not a bad person, but I'm not particularly good either. Essentially, I'm no different from Big Eye Tong."
"Shh..."
Ye Qishan turned her head, crystalline droplets sliding from her long hair. She placed a finger on Chen Feng's lips, smiled slightly, and said, "Brother Feng, there's no need for you to say that. I don't regret this. I know you're a good person, not like Big Eye Tong. You don't have possessiveness in your eyes. Sometimes, lies can deceive, but your eyes can't."
