In the evening, Lynch was taking a shower, and when he looked down, he saw a pair of bright red little leather shoes.
Then came a girl in a school uniform, with her hair in traditional lady's twin ponytails, standing in the shower curtain like she had made a mistake.
Lynch's shower was not like an ordinary home bathroom, maybe the showerhead was the size of a fist, spraying a sizable curtain of water.
One needed to adjust the angle of the showerhead or simply spin around to wash certain areas.
Lynch's shower room, or rather many wealthy people's shower rooms, use a wide-range spray method.
Lynch's shower was about five to six square meters, and when he turned on the switch, the entire ceiling sprayed water downwards, making it feel like it was raining in the shower room!
No dead angles at all.
So when Penny came in, she was already drenched.
Lynch wiped his face and didn't turn off the switch; the water curtain kept flushing over them. "Is this having a fit?"
