His spirituality was gradually reaching saturation, and he could already prepare for the ritual to ascend to the Sixth Rank.
This trip to Hokkaido to arrest the Pharmacist was preparation for his advancement.
There were still many things to do next, and he couldn't rest yet.
Bang.
The bathroom door suddenly swung open.
Gu Jianlin was pulled inside and pinned against the wall.
Warm water poured down from the showerhead, streaming along his tousled hair and face, soaking his shirt.
Tang Ling's wet white hair partly covered her beautiful eyes with messy bangs, her face fair as snow with a slight blush. She wrapped her tall and graceful figure with a towel, her other hand propped against the wall.
Their faces were very close, their breaths intertwined.
"I didn't want to say these words to you because I thought it might be too sentimental."
