After sitting under the shower for half an hour, Zhou Mingchen wasn't sure if it was the impact of the water or that the alcohol was finally wearing off, but he silently stood up and turned off the shower.
He stepped out, changed out of his wet clothes, took a hot shower, wrapped a towel around himself, and reached out to twist the doorknob, only to find that the door wouldn't open at all. How could this be? He looked down to confirm that the lock was undone, but the knob still wouldn't budge.
"You've got to be kidding me..." He placed a hand on his forehead, unable to believe Xia Lu had the audacity to lock him in the bathroom all by himself. Wait, something suddenly came to him—she had clearly turned off the showerhead earlier and then deliberately aimed it at his face. This woman... Zhou Mingchen clenched his fists, his veins bulging with anger. But what was most urgent now was to get out of the bathroom; he couldn't possibly stay there all night.
