As soon as Jiang Beiyu finished speaking, while Su Nanzhi was still in shock, he suddenly lowered his head.
Su Nanzhi: "..."
The bathroom floor, wet from the water, occasionally got a bit slippery. She almost lost her balance and fell backward.
Jiang Beiyu reached out and caught her, almost causing Su Nanzhi to bump into his chest, but in an instant, the distance between them had closed significantly.
In the subtle silence, a muffled groan suddenly came from Jiang Beiyu.
"Su Xiaozhi, have a heart, stop torturing me." His voice, within the mist, sounded even more hoarse.
The bathroom might hold a special meaning for Jiang Beiyu, to the point that he very much enjoyed moments like this.
The armor came off, bloodstains were washed clean by the hot water from above, discarded clothes were stepped on barefoot, and his wet hair clung tightly to his snowy skin.
"Su Xiaozhi, look into my eyes."
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