Mortified at being found out by Xuelian, Zhao Rong snatched a hot towel and covered his face with it. He closed his eyes, sinking back into the wooden tub and pretending to be asleep.
"Xuelian, thank you and the other two for preparing my bath.
"You've all had a long day, so you should get some rest.
"I'll head to bed right after I'm done."
Hearing this, Xuelian paused at the door. As she was leaving, she called back, "Zhao Rong, a little 'self-gratification' is good for your health, but overindulgence can lead to... 'performance issues.' You have a long and arduous road ahead of you, so you must learn some restraint!"
With that, Xuelian skipped out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.
Once the door was shut, Zhao Rong removed the towel from his face. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "My upstanding, righteous image, so carefully constructed, destroyed in an instant by a tiny little camera..."
With a sigh, a dejected Zhao Rong fell asleep.
