Yu Qingquan shyly went into the bathroom alone.
Ren Feng wasn't in any rush. One way or another, Yu Qingquan wasn't escaping him tonight; this gentle little lamb would soon be nestled in his arms.
He was starting to look forward to it himself, listening to the rush of water in the bathroom while half-watching the TV, his mind wandering all over the place.
Through the frosted glass he could still see that lovely figure. Ren Feng had originally wanted to gather his True Qi in his eyes to see through it, but if he peeked in advance it would ruin that delicious sense of anticipation. He could only force himself to hold back and wait for Yu Qingquan to come out.
Time seemed to slow down in that moment. At last, just as Ren Feng was waiting with bated breath, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and then Yu Qingquan came out, wrapped in a bathrobe.
