Living here, cooking was hardly an option; the only thing I could do was help him make tea and coffee.
Yu Zexiao, standing behind, finally said faintly, "Whatever."
"Then I'll make tea for you. We just got some fresh Tieguanyin," Jian Anning said as she went about adjusting the water temperature while talking.
"Okay," Zexiao replied, still with little emotion, and walked toward the bathroom, seeing her bending down to test the water, which she had almost adjusted to the perfect temperature. It was a standard shower room, with warm water gently pouring down from the overhead nozzle, a hint of mist surrounding her, as if she were draped in a layer of sheer fabric. The dress she had on, made of a rather thin material, clung to her wet skin, as if tinted with color, defining her figure with a touch of jade.
Hearing his footsteps, Jian Anning turned around and smiled at him, "You're here, the water temperature should be just right now. I put your pajamas aside, I—ah!"
