Sixty three. Silent Night

Catherine had never seen such a perfect physique.

Whether it was her first five husbands or the workers who would drink shirtless in the tavern, they either had repulsive belly fat or dirty and ugly muscles, not like the spotless figure in front of her, as if an art piece in an exhibition hall...

She was very grateful to have the opportunity to watch Lu Li bathe—only for some hot water and a heartwarming hot soup in the cold storm.

The only thing she regretted was that Lu Li would wear those shorts even while bathing.

Whoosh—

The sound of running water stopped, and Lu Li, covered in steam, walked out of the misty bathroom, took a towel from the old woman leaning by the door, and wiped his hair, dripping with water beads.

"How long until the food is ready?"

"After you put on dry clothes, you will see it already laid out on your dining table," the old woman reluctantly moved her gaze away from Lu Li's chest and returned to the hall.