Zhang Ye became more relaxed. He washed his hair and then, he lathered on body shampoo.
After showering, Zhang Ye realized that there was a problem. There were only two towels in the room. One was being hung on the glass, and the other one had been used by Zhang Yuanqi. After a long hesitation, Zhang Ye grabbed the towel that was thrown on the wash basin by the Heavenly Queen. He then dried himself.
It was fragrant and it was moist.
He could smell The Heavenly Queen’s mature fragrance.
Zhang Ye was a bit in a fantasy as he wiped himself. Then, he wore his clothes but he did not put on a jacket. “There are no more towels. I used the one you used.”
Zhang Yuanqi remained silent as she carried on reading.
Zhang Ye looked at his watch, “It’s past ten. Are you sleeping?”
“Not tired,” Zhang Yuanqi said nonchalantly.