Beauty stood outside the bathroom door, drying with a towel tied around her bosom, her body still wet. Bruno had persisted in taking a shower.

An idea came to her as revenge.

She bit her lower lip and tiptoed slowly to the bathroom.

There was mist in the air and a loud pounding of the shower.

Fortunately, it was a large shower stall, and Bruno was facing sideways with his head directly under the showerhead.

Beauty opened the smoked glass door and stepped into ...