The moment the door was pushed open, damp, humid air mingled with a faint scent of soap surged into the room.
Fang Yuchen emerged wearing a white bathrobe, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead, with droplets of water tracing a path down his neck and into his collar. His gaze met Shen Niantang's, a flicker of amusement crossing his eyes as a lazy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Awake?"
Chapter 114