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Young Master's Villa.
Master bathroom.
Humming a tune, Wayne prepared the bath water and leisurely stripped off his clothes.
Just as he was about to lie down in the bathtub, after pondering for 0.25 seconds, he decisively picked up a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
Five seconds later, Veronica climbed through the window into the master bedroom, her eyes fierce with fury, following the scent into the bathroom.
She cautiously glanced over, saw the towel, and immediately lost her fear, stepping right into the bathtub and mounting him.
She raised her fist to strike!
But she missed.
Wayne caught her fist with one hand and shielded his face with the other, pleading in a negotiating tone, "Wait a minute, let me finish washing up before you hit me, I'm not even dressed yet, it's not so good this way."
"What does it matter, it's not like I haven't seen it before!"
"You've actually seen it."