Until, from the bathroom, came the man's voice.
"Come in!"
She hesitated for a long time before finally, resignedly gritting her teeth and pushing the door open to enter.
When she entered, the man was leaning against the bathtub with a lazy expression on his face.
His arm rested on the edge of the bathtub, his slender fingers gently tapping the bathtub wall at irregular intervals.
Su Xingyue's heart tightened, and her steps felt as if they were weighed down by lead, unable to move forward.
If she took one more step, she'd see something she shouldn't.
…
"Come here!"
He lifted his ink-black eyes, gave her a glance, and then issued a command.
…" At that moment, Su Xingyue suddenly regretted ever thanking him.
That's what "bringing trouble upon oneself" must mean…
Should I take action?" Seeing her stationary, impatience flashed across the man's face.
Hearing that he would take action, Su Xingyue panicked, she bit the bullet, and approached, stopping beside the bathtub.