C1127 Four Dishes and One Soup

When he returned to his room, Lanzhou had already come out of the bathtub and put on his underclothes. His clothes were clean, warm, and his hair was slightly wet. He obediently hung it behind his shoulders.

"You're back?"

He poured tea with his hands. His long eyebrows reached his temples, and his voice was low and hoarse.

For some reason