"You're the little slob! Your whole family is little slobs!"
Wu Sidu shot him an annoyed glare. There was no real menace in her eyes; the blush on her cheeks only made her look more charming.
She walked to the table, picked up a dry, soft towel, and began gently drying her drenched hair. The towel absorbed the droplets, though a few escaped and fell onto the polished tabletop with faint yet distinct taps.
For a moment, the room fell quiet. Only the soft rustle of the towel against her hair remained, along with the faintly mingling breaths between the two of them.
The warm steam drifting out from the bathroom had yet to fully dissipate. It hung in the air, making even the light seem softer and hazier.
The delicate fragrance mingled with the moist vapor, silently enveloping the small space. An indescribably subtle atmosphere quietly took root and spread amid the silence.
"Come to think of it," Lu Jun suddenly said, breaking the silence with an inquisitive smile in his voice, "why do I feel like your character setting has fallen apart a little? Weren't you supposed to be the cold and aloof type—a genius girl who was beautiful on her own and strong on her own? But now..."
Wu Sidu paused as she dried her hair. Turning around, she met Lu Jun's smiling gaze.
She pursed her lips and continued in a tone that was half complaint, half teasing. "Yes, yes, exactly that kind. What a pity, I was perfectly fine before—"
She deliberately drew out the last word, her gaze sweeping over Lu Jun.
"Hadn't you already ruined it all?"
She stepped a little closer, her eyes sparkling with a hint of slyness and a barely perceptible expectation as she softly added:
"So, you have to