Despite not cultivating, a warm current flowed through Lin Li's body.
Because he was taking a shower.
Humming a random tune as the gentle water streamed over him, Lin Li let his thoughts wander.
It seemed the class monitor already knew what he was planning.
But it did not really matter.
After all, a sudden appearance brought the joy of surprise, while knowing in advance brought the pleasure of anticipation.
Either way was good.
Still, he hoped Zhong Deng would not become overly sensitive, because from a certain perspective, tonight was another day of forcibly stealing Ying Bao away from his side.
He was a pure-love cuckolder, after all.
The corner of Lin Li's mouth could not help but curl up, but he quickly patted it. He could not laugh, he could not laugh—he would lose virtue points.
The loss of virtue had nothing to do with Zhong Deng. Lin Li considered himself a little emperor, and now he was bathing. As everyone knew, jokes about emperors bathing damaged one's virtue. That was the reason, just so everyone knew.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—"
He patted the corner of his mouth a little too hard and accidentally bumped the mixing valve with his elbow. The pleasantly warm water instantly turned into scalding hot water.
Fuck your mother!
This was the hardest device in the world to operate. Sometimes, Lin Li even suspected that the range capable of making people comfortable was actually smaller than a Quark.
Otherwise, why did moving it slightly forward turn the water into blazing lava, while pulling it back just a little turned it into an icy glacier?
Fortunately, a cultivator's physique was no joke. With his Divine Sense fully activated, bomb-disposal expert Lin Li carefully adjusted it until the water temperature returned to normal.
"Phew—"
After finishing