Shower gel?
It smells a bit like that lazy senior sister...wait...
Ye Chun?
At that moment, Ji Jue's eyes widened.
He stiffly raised his head.
His unfocused pupils shrank, and his blurred vision gradually cleared, revealing a familiar face looking at him, just inches away.
He lowered his head and saw the slender five fingers he held in his hand, with sunlight reflecting off the ivory-white nails, emitting a faint glow.
"Had enough?"
Ye Chun tilted her head, smiled, and curiously asked, "Besides 'smells a bit like the lazy senior sister,' do you have any last words to say?"
Ji Jue dropped his hand as if shocked.
Instinctively raised his hands in surrender, still wanting to struggle a bit before facing Strong Hand Skull Splitting.
Then, a basket was thrown into his arms, followed by a towel, toothbrush, soap, and shampoo. Finally, Ye Chun rummaged through the cabinet and found a bottle of shower gel.
"Here, citrus lime scent...your pick."
