C11 A Woman Was Lying on the Bed

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a tall figure stepped inside, his height casting an inexplicable sense of intimidation. With a strong arm, he shut the door behind him and walked into the master bedroom, cutting off any view from outside. Once inside, a look of disdain crossed Sunn Yuanhann's face. In a few swift motions, he stripped off all his clothes except for the underwear that hadn't been touched earlier that morning. Barefoot, he headed toward the bathroom.

On the way, his suit, shirt, trousers, belt, and shoes were strewn across the floor. Standing in the bathroom wearing only his underwear, Sunn casually turned on the shower. Water cascaded down, soaking his bare chest, leaving a faint sheen on his bronzed skin. His black boxer briefs were soon drenched as well. With a flick of his hand, he tossed them aside, a hint of satisfaction crossing his otherwise cold expression as he began to shower.

The discarded underwear lay conspicuously on the floor, almost as if it symbolized his disdain for it. The master bedroom was brightly lit, and the semi-transparent bathroom door glowed with light, the sound of running water faintly audible.

At that moment, a shifty-eyed man crept in, carrying something over his shoulder. He glanced around cautiously, ensuring no one was in the master bedroom, then quickly dumped the woman he was carrying onto the bed and darted out.

After a long while, the bathroom door swung open. Sunn Yuanhann emerged, his body bare except for a white towel wrapped around his waist, hinting at the chiseled lines beneath. His deep-set eyes were partially obscured by the lingering steam, taking on a warm hue. The orange light in the master bedroom had already cast a glow over his bronzed, muscular back, chasing away the lingering water droplets.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, his gaze fell directly on the largest piece of furniture in his room—the bed. But now, instead of just the usual bedding, there was a small, unexpected figure beneath the covers.

Yuanhann's eyes, sharp and defined like an ink painting, were filled with a mocking amusement. Ah, yet another woman who had taken advantage of his shower time to sneak into his bed.

Not bothering to get dressed, Yuanhann walked barefoot toward the bed. The woman lying there was none other than the escort who had kicked him out of her house that morning.

Looking down at the woman still asleep, a thin, sardonic smile played on his lips. His expression darkened, almost dripping with disdain, as he murmured softly, "Well, this woman is even more resourceful than I thought."

Yesterday, she had taken him to her place, and today, she had managed to climb into his bed.

Watching the woman sleep soundly in his bed, Sunn Yuanhann couldn't resist reaching out to pinch her soft cheek. He only let go when she frowned and swatted at his hand, then his fingers slid to her neck, a faint smile on his face. "What if I really squeezed?" he mused.

Even though Yuanhann despised the woman before him, he wouldn't stain his hands with blood over something so insignificant.

With a slight, wicked curve to his lips, Yuanhann turned and walked into the bathroom. A minute later, he emerged with a basin of water in his hands, his lips set in a cold, silent line. Standing by his bed, he raised the basin high, ready to tip it down.