In the cramped and stuffy bathroom, Yiyi was already starting to feel hot.
Stifling heat.
Perhaps it's because the hair dryer has been blowing on in such a small space.
Maybe it's just part of the reason.
A man and a woman in an ambiguous period, staying in such a small space with just a little more than a fist's distance between them, naturally feels different.
More importantly, everyone is wearing swimwear.
The man is bare-chested, while the woman is wearing a tight and slightly undersized one-piece swimsuit.
If the atmosphere here isn't subtle, then there's definitely something wrong.
Innocent Little White Flower didn't expect Cheng Zhu to slowly close the bathroom door.
But for some reason, this kind of atmosphere made her even more engrossed.
Cheng Zhu held the hair dryer and quietly helped her dry her hair.
He didn't say a word for the moment, looking rather focused.
Yet, the cunning man knows very well how to create an atmosphere in the silence.
