Early morning.
Today, Mr. Xu didn't appear downstairs on time again, so Schreyer personally brought the whiskey upstairs, showing the respectful hierarchy between superior and subordinate.
For a full hour, it was clear that Mr. Xu had already gotten up, but he still hadn't left his room. Schreyer waited outside the bedroom door, silently listening to the sound of the showerhead, which went from loud to soft.
Only when the bathroom door lock was finally opened did Schreyer lower his gaze and enter the room.
The man was only clad in a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, a broad, naked back dotted with a few water droplets, those firm muscles mature and clean, yet his eyes were bloodshot, as if there was an intense desire within him that had not been completely relieved.
Schreyer dared not look more, and handed over the whiskey.
He took it with one hand, kicked open the door to the dark study, and swallowed a mouthful of strong whiskey, his eyes darkening a few shades.
