42 The Smells of Life

Through it all, Yuan Zhaoxu rested on his chair and continued enjoying the pair's endless squabble even in the changing room.

"How was the bath? Refreshing?"

"Squeak, squeak!"

"Can you speak like a human?"

"Squeak, squeak!"

"Oh right, you're a guinea pig, sorry sorry…"

"Squeak!"

Yuan Zhaoxu crooked his head and listened, his eyes curling into two crescents. It was genuine and warm, unlike his usually deep and hazy smile.

His gaze lingered on the curtain. The fire from the oven cast a statuesque silhouette. He could see her long, slim back and trimmed, delicate shoulders. The width of her chest tapered down to her thin waist in a smooth curve before extending out to her pear-shaped hips in yet another charming arc. She was absolutely beautiful.