His boiling blood at night (3)

the bathroom door wasn't closed.

The sound of water completely covered his breath, so he was not noticed at all.

He stood at the door and saw her taking a shower from the slightly open door.

He looked at the scene and held his breath. He clenched his fists even tighter.

At a certain moment, he seemed to have made a decision.

He didn't want to be so sneaky. She was his woman.

In the past, now, and in the future, it would be even more so!

Santos slowly opened the door and his slender body walked in.

A cool breeze seemed to blow in as the door was opened, causing her to shiver slightly in the shower.

She washed her body and stared at a wall with her big, listless eyes. She could not see anything.

However, at this moment, an Xiaoyang seemed to feel that something was wrong.

The atmosphere around them was strange.

It was as if there was some kind of aura that invaded her body and enveloped her.