Zhou Yin loves cleanliness, but he is not particular about it.
When conditions permit, he would rather take a bath without using cleansing spells. The feeling of soaking the body in hot water is completely different from using a spell to keep clean. However, when conditions do not permit, he does not mind traveling thousands of miles, sleeping outdoors at night, or even not taking a bath for several days and nights.
But the conditions are very good now, so we naturally cannot waste it.
Behind a screen of fishermen singing in the evening woven with snow-white silk, Zhou Yin's half body was immersed in a huge wooden barrel. His neck was slightly tilted back, leaning on the edge of the barrel, his eyes lightly closed, and streams of water rolled down his black hair, slid along his forehead to his eyelashes, and stopped tremblingly, about to fall but not yet, like dewdrops on snow plums, making his skin look even colder and whiter in the steam.
The body relaxes, but the mind does not stop.
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