"Aren't you afraid of Zhang Ling?"
Han Bing sat on the sofa of the hotel, looking at Li Xiaobao with a smile on her face.
"Er... that is indeed a problem!"
Hearing Han Bing's words, Li Xiaobao chuckled, well aware that Han Bing was just joking with him.
"Silly boy! I'm going to take a shower!"
Blushing, Han Bing gave Li Xiaobao a glare and stood up heading toward the bathroom.
"Whoosh..."
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Li Xiaobao became restless, his eyes continually glancing toward the frosted glass of the bathroom.
Nothing but blurs.
Seeing nothing but mist through the steam in the bathroom, Li Xiaobao inadvertently cursed the hotel designers for eighteen generations in his mind.
Finally, when the sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, Li Xiaobao squatted at the door, staring intently inside like a leopard ready to pounce on its prey.
"What are you doing?"