"Huo Yunjiao stood in front of the washstand, gradually calming his mind.
There was a sense of familiarity deep within his soul around Qin Ruan, which made him irresistibly want to be close to her.
He did not resist getting close to Qin Ruan.
But in their current situation, he couldn't allow himself to harm her.
He had almost succumbed to his subconscious mind a moment ago.
After an unknown amount of time, Huo Yunjiao's rationality returned.
His long, fair hand was washed under the clear stream of water.
Washing away all the evidence left from his transgression.
Huo Yunjiao checked the time.
It seemed he had been inside longer than he should. He picked up a towel nearby, roughly dried his hands, and walked towards the bathroom door.
In the dimly lit room, Qin Ruan still lay motionless on the bed.
Standing before the bathroom door, the third master's lips tightened, his finely sculpted face showing signs of resistance.