"Screech!!!"
The steam rose and adhered to the wood, forming droplets that flowed down. Black hair floated on the water surface, Long Eying soaked in the hot water, lying on the edge of the wooden tub. As Heart Fire pushed open the door, she saw Liang Qu with a bare torso, surrounded by a strand of flowing golden light, crisscrossing rapidly as if wrapping him in a golden-threaded robe.
However, the weaving process of this golden-threaded robe was rather "noisy," like a sharp little whistle swallowing airflow while flying, blowing constantly.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew.
Liang Qu yawned, shrugged his shoulders, stretched his muscles and bones, admired the clear skies and white clouds outside the window, and brewed a pot of tea for himself.
