Honestly, these custom-made locks I ordered back in the day are truly ingenious.
See, they always play a critical role at crucial moments.
Bo Jinyu tiptoed softly across the carpet, gently moving towards the bathroom.
Standing just outside the bathroom door, he slowly undressed, and with a body as flawless as a model's, he proceeded into the bathroom, standing by the shower curtain, watching his little wife laying comfortably in the bathtub, happily singing away.
Ye Anran continued singing but then felt something was off.
Her scalp tingled with an inexplicable sensation.
She had the feeling someone was watching her.
Whining…
What a terrifying feeling.
She definitely had locked the door just now, so it certainly couldn't be Bo Jinyu at this moment...
Could it be a burglar? Or some other fearsome being?
Bo Jinyu… I shouldn't have locked the door…
I'm so scared…
Ye Anran was about to cry.
Slowly and cautiously, she turned to look behind her.
