Frontier Technology University, Teacher Dormitory.
Steam billowed in the bathroom. The showerhead was turned up to full blast, and a torrent of bubbly water poured over his head with a roaring splash.
Song He let out a long sigh. His lower abdomen felt hot and swollen, and the pleasure made him spasm. There had never been such abundant hot water in the desert. When bathing, he could only turn on a thin stream and use it sparingly. Who would have thought that taking a proper shower under a strong stream of water could be such a joy? The hot water had brought the blood throughout his body to life.
He wore shower slippers, which occasionally emitted ear-piercing crunches that made his teeth ache. Looking down, he saw that the water covering the floor was mixed with a great deal of sand.
Most of it was fine sand that had accumulated in his hair. There was actually this much? He felt like a terracotta soldier taking a shower.
After a long while, Song He began to feel dizzy from the hot water. His face was flushed red as if he were drunk, and he raised a hand to shut off the hot-water tap.
But the sound of running water did not stop.
Listening carefully, he realized it was coming from next door, faintly passing through the wall.
Song He suddenly understood. Teacher Xiang was showering too.
He took the white bath towel from the rack and dried his head, then wrapped it around his waist like a towel skirt. After showering in summer, he did not feel like drying off. Letting himself air-dry was much more comfortable.
The moment he wrapped it around himself, one spot on the towel skirt suddenly bulged outward.
Song He's face grew even redder. He lowered