Outside, the night rain poured down like a curtain, while indoors, the lights were dimly lit.
Lingling lifted her gaze, meeting Yeh Huang's burning stare directly, with the wet rain tracing down his elegantly contoured forehead, undeniably sexy and seductive. Faced with such a scene, she still shook her head, "No, you bathe first. I'm so tired, I want to sit for a while!"
"Alright!" he didn't push her.
For some reason, she felt he seemed to have changed a lot, no longer forcing her into anything like before. Yet precisely because of this, there seemed to be a bit of a gap between them.
Soon, the lights in the bathroom turned on. There was no door between the bathroom and the outer room, only a thin plastic curtain partially covering the upper body. She could see Yeh Huang standing behind the curtain, taking off his wet clothes piece by piece, then bending over to remove his pants.
