As everyone's attention was focused in a tense and strange atmosphere, Lin Fu emerged step by step, wearing a bathrobe with her wet, slightly curly hair flowing elegantly, exuding a mix of elegance and laziness.
Each step seemed to tread on everyone's heart.
Barefoot, her pale and tender feet seemed not to step on the cold floor, but on the palms of the crowd.
In the quiet air, one could faintly hear the rapid beating of hearts and the suppressed panting.
Suddenly, Lance sharply turned around; his icy gaze swept over the crowd like a cold wind, snapping everyone back to reality.
"Was it you who kicked the door?" Lin Fu confronted Lance, her eyes fiery. "It's one thing to barge into a female dormitory—I won't even mention that you're part of the Guard Team—but knowing there was someone showering inside, you still kicked the door?"
Her mood to fight had completely vanished, and Lin Fu felt like she could suffocate from anger.
