Lu Junxi waited left and right but didn't see her come out. He got up and walked towards the bathroom. Standing by the door, he listened for any movement, but there was none. He reached out and knocked on the door, "Nan Fei, did you fall asleep in the bathroom?"
Yan Nanfei was startled by the movement behind her. She turned around and stared blankly at the tightly closed door. The man's tall and upright figure was reflected in the frosted glass, and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.
They had been married for five years, and were more than familiar with each other's bodies. Why was she still so nervous?
"I... I'll wash my face and be right out." Yan Nanfei hurriedly turned on the faucet, the sound of running water drowning out the pounding of her anxious heart. She cupped the water and washed her face.
But the summer water was lukewarm, offering no relief from her nerves.
She bit her lip and, gathering her courage, opened the door and walked out.
