"Sit down and wait a moment."
After taking the enamel cup, Zhou Liao left the bed.
The RV was lit with ambient lighting.
The dim yellow lights, as if casting a thin veil over the not-so-spacious space, created a quiet and hazy feeling.
Zhou Liao bent over to go down the stairs, his figure disappearing around the corner.
Lai Zhiyun sat on the bed, pricking up her ears to listen, she heard the sound of the water faucet being turned on and the sound of running water.
After a while, Zhou Liao came up with a washbasin, holding a cup for rinsing his mouth.
"Clean your face first."
Inside the washbasin was a towel that had been wetted and wrung out.
Lai Zhiyun reached out to grab it, and the warm touch at her fingertips made it evident that Zhou Liao had used hot water to rinse the towel.
This little detail could really be described as very considerate.
Lai Zhiyun unfolded the towel to clean her face. After a few wipes, she smiled and asked Zhou Liao, "What's next?"
