C92 Lunch

"Huh? Where did you get that towel?" Bai Chuman asked as she reached for a towel to wrap around herself, turning her head to inquire.

Jiang Yichen had already let her go by then. He casually pointed toward the entrance of the pool, where a small cabinet was placed on the stone edge.

The towel cabinet was crafted with precision, its light wooden frame intricately carved with delicate patterns