บท 870: Tired?

Cao Zhuzhu came out of the bathroom. As soon as the door was pushed open, a dense mist burst out of the door. Her fair and slender legs stepped on the water-absorbing carpet at the door. The soft and long carpet fibers were shaped to fit her feet. There were marks on her ankles, and water droplets flowed down, making a small patch of the carpet wet.

She was wearing a very large men's shirt. The shirt smelled of pine wood. She was thin, but her frame was not as small as other girls. She used both hands to tuck her straight black hair behind her head and bit a black hairband between her lips.

She was usually too lazy to blow-dry her hair after a shower, but she had to do it today. If she didn't blow-dry it, her mother would be suspicious when she came back.