The Legendary Public Bathhouse 2

Ouyang Xianyu sighed deeply in his heart; he truly could no longer keep up the act! Shangguan Xiao was simply too adorable! She had instantly thawed the ice that had long frozen his heart, as if it had been set ablaze.

Unable to resist teasing her, he feigned concern and offered a sincere warning: “If you don’t hurry and wash up now, some pervert or lecher might come by later.”

With that, he gently pushed Xiao into a washroom and drew the curtain closed behind him to resume his unfinished task—removing his trousers. After completing the necessary motions, he turned on the shower. Water cascaded from above, flowing over his head and down his body.

His handsome, sculpted eight-pack abs were evenly spread across his abdomen—not ostentatious, but perfectly accentuating his fit physique. His long, slender legs were toned and powerful, without a trace of excess flesh.

His short, tousled hair clung to his cheeks when drenched, and rather than diminishing his looks, it added an intoxicating allure. Had anyone else been present, they would surely have been overwhelmed, their noses bleeding from the sheer sight—perhaps even to death from blood loss.

Ouyang Xianyu squeezed some shampoo into his palm and tilted his head back to wash his hair. After massaging it thoroughly, he rinsed with clean water. The entire routine took less than three minutes.

He dried the water droplets from his body and slipped into the clothes he had prepared. Wiping his hair with a towel, he drew back the curtain. The sound of running water filled the air as he stood outside, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

In the end, Shangguan Xiao had heeded his words and gone inside to wash up. She refused to wait until everyone else had arrived; if there really were any perverts or lechers in the school, it would be a risk not worth taking.

She let down her tightly bound hair—her dark locks cascading past her waist. Her slender waist was supple, almost boneless, and her hands, shaped by years of piano practice, were elegantly defined. Raising her hand, she swept her bangs upward, allowing the water to rinse her hair and face.

Closing her eyes, she savored the cool comfort of the water. Her small feet stepped gently on the wet floor. Though petite, she was well developed where it mattered.

Her curvaceous figure, already apparent beneath her clothes, was now even more striking as she shed her garments. After washing thoroughly and ensuring she was clean, she quickly dressed again.

At that moment, footsteps echoed outside the door. A lively group entered the washroom, chatting and laughing. As they caught sight of Ouyang Xianyu standing in the corridor, towel in hand, drying his hair, all their original intentions instantly slipped from their minds.

Their jaws dropped and eyes widened as they gazed upon him. His seemingly ordinary black T-shirt and simple army-green sweatpants transformed into regal attire upon his frame.

His wet hair, tousled and slightly disheveled from drying, lent him a wild charm. Most captivating of all was the enchanting smile gracing his lips. Everyone longed to capture this moment with their phones or cameras.

Alas, their phones had already been confiscated, and cameras were forbidden. Nothing was more agonizing than witnessing such a handsome man in person yet being unable to draw near or record the spectacle.

All they could do was etch the image indelibly in their memories. Hearts fluttered, and enamored sighs escaped them, until, at the most inopportune moment, Shangguan Xiao emerged.

Wiping her hair and pulling back the curtain, she stepped out—only to collide with Ouyang Xianyu the instant she appeared.