"Then I'm heading up." Ziran went upstairs.
Yun Bing looked at him with a complicated expression, *She just watched the short video—fine, but pretty soon he's going to get hands-on, and that person... that's her best girlfriend, her close confidante.*
Xiao Ye shrugged, said, "What are you still spacing out for, let's go upstairs together."
Yun Bing snorted, striding her long legs to follow behind him, said, "I'll deal with you when we get back."
The third floor of the Alliance Master's Hall was Ziran's private area, a whole floor set aside for resting.
The two of them sat on the couch and waited. Half an hour later, Ziran walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a purple skirt, a faint mist of steam rising from her.
Her still-damp hair hung around her waist, her whole body carried a faint fragrance, the misty steam swirling, and from a distance, you could vaguely see that stunningly pure and beautiful face of hers.
