The wide bathroom was very quiet, so although He Jichen's voice was low, Chen Bai could still clearly hear each and every word. His fingers around the showerhead naturally relaxed as he stared at the pale-faced man. An unbearable feeling came over him and after about ten seconds, Chen Bai snapped back to his senses. He detached the shower head from the wall and adjusted the water from cold to warm then held the showerhead over He Jichen's body.
The rather low temperature gradually woke up the drunken mess that was He Jichen. His eyes shot open as he stared at the ceiling with furrowed brows, appearing like he was puzzled over something. After staring blankly for some time, his pupils rolled over towards Chen Bai.
His beautiful pitch-black eyes became brighter, bit by bit. It seemed like he was just realizing that he was at home. He then gradually sat up in the bathtub and reached his hand out towards Chen Bai.