Ethan Bennett fully enjoyed the comfort of the huge hot spring SPA bathtub. After taking a short nap, he slowly got up and grabbed a snow-white Japanese yukata to wrap his body.
Through the gap in the front of his shirt, one could see his sunken collarbone, thin muscles, and skin as pale as paper. Ethan Bennett's figure was all built by working out in a gym where the air was full of negative ions. He had never been exposed to the sun, let alone the wilderness survival training and beach surfing that Ryan Mitchell liked.
Ethan Bennett even needed Ryan Mitchell to follow him with an umbrella to help him walk the short 20-meter walk from the apartment to the parking lot. This man was cold from the inside out, cold and gloomy, and his true form was revealed when the sun shone on him. If it weren't for Ryan Mitchell and the umbrella, he might have been tanned into a puddle of water under the sun at the parking lot gate, and then evaporated without a trace.
Duan Han wiped his hair with a white towel, opened the door with the other hand, and lazily shouted to the outside: "Charles Knight! It's your turn."
The suite was completely silent, not even a fart was heard.
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