He pushed open the door.
The girl in the green dress inside quickly stood up, her voice both tender and trembling, speaking softly, "Mas... Master, you've just returned. I... I've heated the water. Let me assist you with your bath and change of clothes."
Li Yuan responded with a sound.
Soon, the wooden tub was filled with warm water, steam rising.
Inside the room, a screen shielded the door, with fragrance filling the air.
Red candles burned, their wax dripping, accentuating the winter night's chill, contrasting with the warmth inside, the bathtub, and the girl.
A copper mirror was placed on the table; Li Yuan glanced at himself, still looking like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. If it weren't known that he was the Blood Saber Ancestor, even Xiaozhu would seem like his older sister.
