The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.
Mu Yiliang sat in front of the dressing table, opened the drawer, and saw the fruit knife wrapped in tissue paper.
She took the fruit knife in her hand, thrusting it into the air a few times, changing the angle of thrust.
Hearing the water stop, she quickly hid the fruit knife.
Yan Sijue walked out of the bathroom, softly saying, "Yiliang, help me dry my hair."
"Hmm, I'm coming." She responded, stood up, and walked toward him.
The man was only wearing a towel around his waist, his naked upper body strong and muscular, with a few light scars that did not detract from his attractiveness but added a certain allure.
Mu Yiliang stared blankly, her face strangely turning red.
Yan Sijue saw her silly expression, as if she had never seen his body before, feeling amused yet affectionate.
"Come here." He smiled and reached out to her.
