Li Zhi irritably kicked the large dog doll a couple of times.
"Whatever, forget it. I'm going to take a shower. Why am I even worried that an idiot like Shen Yuan could score 650?"
Li Zhi turned the shower knob, and a warm stream of water instantly enveloped her slender ankles.
The bathroom quickly filled with steam.
Li Zhi planned to wash her hair today, but perhaps because she was preoccupied with Shen Yuan, she squeezed out too much shampoo. White foam slid down her shoulder blades, blooming into peach-scented clouds on the tile floor.
The moment her fingertips dug into the roots of her hair, the image of Shen Yuan chewing his pen while working through problems suddenly flashed into her mind.
Water droplets dripped from her earlobes. She remembered his foolish look of frustration as he wrestled with the Huanggang Paper. A soft huff escaped her throat, and she scrubbed her hair a little harder.
"That idiot..."
