Qian Tiao was taking a shower.
Su Lun, having nothing to do on the bed, simply took out some alchemy books to read.
Now, he spent nearly all his free time digesting knowledge.
This was a habit he had developed before his transmigration; reading helped stabilize his emotions.
Soon, the sound of water from the bathroom ceased suddenly.
Qian Tiao walked out in a loose bathrobe, naturally wearing nothing underneath, and upon looking up, one could see the deep V at her chest. It must be said, close-combat professionals indeed had impressive physiques.
"Whew~"
She approached the dressing mirror and let out a long, pleased sigh, "I finally feel relaxed..."
Her smooth, aqua hair was unbound, making her appear less fierce.
Qian Tiao grabbed a towel from the rack, cocking her head as she dried her wet hair. With every lift of her hand, either the large sleeve or the neckline gaped, revealing much.
However, the two in the room remained calm.