Splashing sound——
Turning on the faucet, the cool tap water gushed out.
Cupping his hands, he splashed the first handful of water onto his scorching face.
Then he took a towel, soaked it, wrung it out, and carefully wiped every inch of his muscles along his arms, chest, and back.
Where the towel passed, the residue of salt and dirt on the skin were erased, the sticky feeling was gone, leaving only a refreshing and slight coolness.
After wiping his body, he poured some shampoo in the palm of his hand and rubbed it, washing his hair.
Once completely tidied up, Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were bright and spirited, his hair still damp and not yet dry, black and dense, silky and glossy.
With a blow from the hairdryer, it waved as if it were waves of wheat, he'd have no trouble shooting a shampoo commercial.
Even though quite a bit of True Qi was consumed in his Dantian, his body was still as healthy as ever.
