"Hehe... You cultivate in peace brother... I'll take care of your woman"
One hour later, the bustling energy of Beicheng's main district seemed a world away from the serene, almost ethereal ambiance of the Imperial Hotel's luxurious suites.
Chen Xiaoya, enveloped in the warmth of her lavish bath, let the hot water cascade down her body, tracing the contours of her skin, transforming her into a goddess amidst the steam and tranquility.
The room, filled with the soft glow of ambient lighting and the soothing sound of water, was a haven of peace, a stark contrast to the turmoil of her thoughts.
As she leaned back, closing her eyes to let the warmth seep deep into her bones, she was unaware of the shadow that began to materialize behind her, as silent and insidious as a night whisper.
The presence announced itself with a voice that was both alien and chilling, "... I don't like hot showers...."