Rui Hui sprinted into the bathroom in a flurry of footsteps.
Within seconds, the sound of rushing water echoed from inside.
Diwu Zexuan lay sprawled on the bed, his tall figure leaning lazily against the headboard. His silver eyes glimmered with a bewitching glow under the light.
Imagining her completely bare in his bathroom, his gaze involuntarily deepened.
His long legs stretched out towards the edge of the bed as he stood up.
Taking two steps forward, he abruptly stopped.
What was he doing?
Was he actually planning to barge in like this?
What a joke. Such a lowly tactic—he wouldn't stoop so low.
A flicker of frustration crossed Diwu Zexuan's flawless face. He paced back and forth restlessly, a hint of agitation to his movements.
Finally, he halted in front of the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of strong alcohol, and tipped it back in one swift gulp.
