Pei Zhi did not stop her.
He picked up the remote control and changed the channel, not knowing what kind of torture he would have to endure later.
A moment later, the sound of running water could be heard.
The steam that rose added a glow to Lin Jiao's face, and even her eyes looked misty.
She washed the foam off her collarbone, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked to the sink.
She took out the nightgown hidden in the bathrobe and put it on.
The wine-red color of the nightgown made her already fair skin look even fairer and more charming.
She took out a tissue to wipe the mirror. When she saw the design of the nightgown, her cheeks turned red.
Perhaps because she was too shy, she put on a bathrobe and waited for the steam to dissipate before mustering up her courage to push open the door.
"Jiaojiao, why aren't you coming over?" Pei Zhi looked at the figure standing beside the floor lamp in confusion.