"Get out!"
"..."
"Go back to your... Anyway, go to Xiaoxiao's room!"
"..."
"You're not allowed to look!"
"..."
Qingqing watched him calmly, even tilting her head.
She even closed the book in her hands, found a comfortable position, turned onto her side, and gave him her full attention.
Chen Shu: ...
He was speechless beyond words!
Shampoo suds ran down his forehead and stung his eyes.
Might as well keep washing.
"Um..."
This felt so strange.
Chen Shu rinsed the suds from his hair, then leaned toward the sink and searched through the bottles and jars until he found face wash and body wash. Steam rose, coating the clear glass with mist. Qingqing probably couldn't see him clearly from outside anymore.
Click.
"Whirr..."
The bathroom heater and exhaust fan came on.
The bright yellow light bathed Chen Shu in warmth. He froze for a moment, then shouted toward the room:
"What are you doing!?"
A calm answer came from outside:
"Clearing the fog."
"..."
After a brief silence, Chen Shu said, "Just wait until I come out!!"
There was no answer.
Chen Shu sped up.
A few minutes later, he rinsed the foam off his body—
Done.
Chen Shu dried himself with a bath towel. His skin felt unusually dry, perhaps because he had sweated so much during his advancement that his body was badly dehydrated. Though he had just drunk a glass of water, he was already thirsty again.
He got dressed.
He left the bathroom, turned off the lights, heater, and exhaust fan, then stretched.
The body of a Mid-Tier Cultivator was far stronger than that of a Low-Tier Cultivator. Every cell carried spiritual energy. They had greater strength and resistance to blows, while their vitality and ability to heal far exceeded those of Low-Tier Cultivators. A