As one of the Two Great Volcanoes of the Inner Court, Ma Xiaotao's residence had once been rather dangerous due to her Evil Fire problem, so she had always lived there alone.
Arriving outside the loft, Huo Yuhao looked up and saw that the lights inside were still on, standing out particularly clearly in the dark night.
Huo Yuhao quickly entered. No one was in the first-floor living room; only the lights leading up the stairs to the second floor had been left on. He walked straight upstairs and reached the second-floor living room, where warm, cozy light covered everything. Through the windows, he could occasionally see tiny floating points of light, like fireflies.
"Splash, splash."
Suddenly, the sound of running water came from one side. Huo Yuhao's eyes widened at once, because it was coming from the bathroom.
Sure enough, when he looked toward the bathroom, light shone from within through the foggy glass.
For no reason at all, the scene from that night in Mingdu surfaced in Huo Yuhao's mind. It had also been in a bathroom, and Sister Xiaotao, that peerless beauty, had cost him quite a few "gold coins."
"Yuhao?"
The call jolted Huo Yuhao awake. He instantly broke free of his memories and called back, "What is it, Sis?"
"Perfect timing, you're back. I forgot to bring my bathrobe. Help me get it," Ma Xiaotao said with a smile. Yet for some reason, that simple laugh sounded somewhat soft and coquettish to Huo Yuhao, as if she had deliberately meant it for him.
Soul Masters with a Spiritual Attribute were often more perceptive and could notice subtler details.
Huo Yuhao's heart began pounding, and his breathing quickened slightly. He forcibly suppressed the changes in his heart, quickly found the bathrobe, and headed toward the bathroom.