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"Clatter--" The sound of water came from the bathroom. Lynnsey rubbed her hair. Didn't this man just take a bath? Why did he go back again? She turned her head and looked at the frosted glass of the bathroom. There was no steam on it, which means that this man was taking a cold shower. It was autumn, and the cold was bone-chilling. How could he shower with cold water? As if realizing something, Lynnsey lowered her head. When she saw herself wearing the man's shirt, she couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Didn't she want to test this man? Now, it seems that there is already a result. He would rather take a cold shower than cross the line. It shows that he has indeed learned to respect her... Lynnsey buttoned the top button of the shirt, opened the blanket, and lay down on the bed. I