There is a spacious bathtub in the hotel bathroom, with a specially designed shower area next to it.
Zhao Meimei didn't wash in the bathtub, Shi Yang didn't allow it, saying it was dirty.
The water was a little cold at first, but it warmed up soon, adjusting to a moderate temperature. White steam slowly rose, mingling with the sound of rushing water, pounding the restlessness and unease in Zhao Meimei's heart.
Zhao Meimei stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water spray over her body; she didn't wash her hair or face, just stood there blankly, mind swirling with Shi Yang's words: "She is my sister."
Shi Yang opened the bathroom door, and saw Zhao Meimei standing under the showerhead with her head slightly lowered, lost in thought.
Her soft hair clung wetly to her body, water flowing along her slender, tan skin, outlining a tempting fluidity.
