C174 I Hate You

In the bathroom shrouded in mist, the mirror was blurred by the hot air, and a thin figure could be seen standing there, warm water flowing down his body to the ground, then pouring all of it into the drainage hole.

The rustling sound of water drowned out the sigh. Su Xiaomi looked up and allowed the water from the shower to wash her neck. She looked at the hazy ceiling in confusion