The man inside raised his hand and directly pulled up the waterproof curtain in the shower room.
Zhuang Yichen: ૮₍ꐦ˶-᷅ᯅ-᷄₎ა.
'Hmph, it's just a man's naked body. I've seen plenty in fashion magazines, not interested at all.'
Grabbing the box of face masks, Zhuang Yichen opened the bathroom door and quickly walked out.
Three minutes later, with a click, the bathroom door reopened, and Zhuang Yichen was back, arms crossed, standing angrily at the door.
Zhuang Yichen: ꒰ྀི⸝⸝≖⃙⃚⤙≖⃙⃚⸝⸝꒱ྀི১.
'We've already got the marriage certificate, what's wrong with looking at my own husband more? It's not illegal or costly.'
'Not only do I want to look, but I also want to go in and feel it!'
'I'm going in to feel it now.'
Thinking this, Zhuang Yichen lifted her foot and walked towards the shower cubicle door. Just two steps in, the sound of the shower suddenly stopped.
