In the narrow and simple shower shed, Ye Qing took off his clothes and stood under an old shower. With the living environment and habits he grew up in, he did not want to spare a glance at such a place, let alone stand in it to take a bath.
He was a clean freak.
But when he came here, he had a sense of inexplicable familiarity although he could not remember anything.
It was probably left over from when he had lived in this place all those years ago. Even if he had forgotten it, the familiarity of it still existed.
Ye Qing closed his eyes and let the warm drops of water slide across his handsome face. Raising his hand, he wiped his face.
The warm water droplets slid down his well-defined chest and he shook his head, the water droplets flying out and the strong masculine scent spread out in the small space.
That sharp and cold outline became more charming under the water mist.
A few minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes.