"These women, their noses are more sensitive than one another..."
At the entrance of the East Fence Small House, a young Confucian scholar muttered something, sighing lightly.
The next moment, Zhao Rong hurried to the clothes rack and collected the pink garment, then returned to the room, opened the west window and skylight for ventilation, and then tidied up briefly and heated some water.
Soon after, Zhao Rong quickly bathed behind the screen, washing away the scent of a certain little fox demon, and deliberately avoiding using scented soaps or spices, opting instead for a simple cleaning.
He then changed into a clean, odorless white shirt and quickly dried his damp hair.
Afterward, Zhao Rong suddenly dropped to the ground and started doing push-ups.
He set a modest goal for himself, five hundred push-ups.
Once he finished, his martial artist physique finally began to sweat...
