"Creak... bang."
Hyuga Wuye pushed open the wooden door, then gently closed it behind him.
The room was filled with misty vapor, like clouds and fog swirling around.
The petite figure, a head shorter than him, was wrapped in a snowy-white bath towel. Her fair, fragrant shoulders, slender forearms, and pristine bare feet were quietly exposed to the air.
She was clearly much fairer than before, her skin looking as smooth as cream.
Wuye suddenly understood what natural beauty meant...
"Konan, your skin is way too nice!"
He circled Konan once, clicking his tongue in amazement. "And this is while you're still undernourished. Once you spend half a month recuperating, that milk-white skin of yours will definitely have a dewy glow..."
"Teacher!"
Konan stamped her foot in embarrassment, nearly shaking the towel loose. Fortunately, her little hand caught it in time and prevented an accident.
"I'm not standing here for you to look at me. It's the clothes—I wanted to ask you to dry them first!" she said with a soft, annoyed glare.
Seeing her point at the clothes on the bath barrel, Hyuga Wuye was speechless. "It'd be fine if they still weren't dry tomorrow morning and I gave them a little heat, but it's hard to dry soaking-wet clothes directly right now. Too much fire might burn them outright, while too little would take far too long..."
"Ah..."
Konan let out a soft cry. "Then I won't have any underwear to wear tonight..."
"Then don't wear any," Hyuga Wuye said matter-of-factly.
Konan was so shocked she nearly forgot to hold onto her bath towel.
"If, if I don't wear any, how am I supposed to sleep at night?" she stammered.
"Sleep wrapped in the towel," Hyuga Wuye said.
"But, but..."
Konan said "but" for quite a while before