"Haha..."
"Yeah."
Li Jia stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door as she entered the room brushing her wet hair with the white towel in her hand.
Droplets of water trickled down her arms and shoulders, glistening on her skin as she rolled the towel around her chest.
'Is he talking to someone?" she wondered, catching the low murmur of voices.
Peeking into the room, she spotted Zhao Tian, reclined against the headboard, his posture relaxed and casual.
A holographic screen was projected from his wristwatch, casting a faint blue light across his face.
On the screen, the faces of two women filled the display, their eyes bright with excitement as they spoke animatedly with him.
"Of course, I will be joining the tournament; see how our star wins this time." Lyra Talon spoke proudly.
Sulking her lips, Ling Chao spoke "But I can't join, I am so weak.. but I will surely come there to cheer you up, Brother Tian."