On the other hand, the patter of water in the bath and room gradually stopped. After a while, Waylon opened the door and walked out.

He only wore a bath towel around his bottom and body. Eight packs of abdominal muscles were visible on his sturdy waist and uncleaned water droplets remained on his hair. This firm forehead slipped off, looking like a fatal temptation and bewilderment.

He dried his hair with a towel casually, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed the handbag placed on the side table.

Black eyes flashed, and Waylon walked over with long legs staggered.

The next second, the bag was opened by...