"Husband, husband!"
"Husband..."
After Shen Cheng called out "husband" ten times in a row, each time more soft and tender than the last, Shi Yu finally let her go, stood up, got out of the bathtub, dried off his body with a towel, and strode out of the room.
Only after hearing the bathroom door closed did Shen Cheng sigh in relief, her furrowed brow slowly relaxing. She held her breath, lowered her head, and submerged her face in the water.
It was a while before she lifted her head, using her hands to wipe off the water and petals from her face.
She soaked a while longer before getting out of the bathroom, getting dressed, blow-drying her hair, and after a simple tidy up, went downstairs.
In the living room downstairs, Shi Yu was lounging on the sofa, a cigar clamped between his fingers, lit but only smoked halfway, not even seen taking a puff.
"Young master, Mr. Tang is here."
Hearing the voice of the butler Uncle Zhong, Shi Yu nodded, "Hmm."
