The entire bathroom looks like a scene paused from a TV drama series.
Even the air appeared to be static.
After a few seconds, Lin Wei blinked and nearly fainted on the spot.
What the hell, what the hell!
What the fuck is going on?
What happened to the promised wrist-slitting suicide?
A river of blood flowing in the bathtub?
Before, Lin Wei was worried that the shock would leave her mind blank, but now looking at Jiang Su's largely exposed, slightly cool, and fair skin right in front of her, her mind was truly blank.
Jiang Su hadn't snapped out of it yet and was looking at Lin Wei in silence.
Lin Wei, meeting his gaze, didn't know how to react.
The two maintained eye contact for who knows how long, tens of seconds or dozens of seconds.
Jiang Su blinked lightly, and then slowly tightened his bathrobe across his chest. His eyes shifted down and landed on the door that was just kicked in by a certain girl.