Although Luoz was still rational, he suddenly felt as if this rationality was binding something.
Luoz didn't know how long he had been washing, but eventually he turned off the shower, casually dried himself off, wrapped in a bathrobe, and opened the bathroom door to be met with a rush of fresh air.
Luoz looked and saw Zhang Yuan standing at the window, his brows instantly furrowing. He strode over, "Didn't I tell you not to stand in the wind? Why are you being so disobedient?"
Standing behind her, he had already pulled the window shut with his big hand, keeping the sea breeze outside. Zhang Yuan turned her head to look at him, "So soon...?"
"If I wasn't fast, who knows what you'd get up to?" Luoz's voice sounded somewhat frustrated.
Zhang Yuan just pursed her lips indifferently. If it were really confinement, women would suffer greatly.
She was pulled to the bed and sat down, then rolled over as expected, but Luoz followed her movement and ended up pressing on top of her.
