After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Lin Ye had just entered the bathroom when Huang Mao rushed in.

Her honey-brown twin ponytails swung like two ropes that had broken free.

She stood barefoot on the bathroom non-slip mat, the mottled red nail polish on her toenails gleaming blurry in the steam.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Ye turned to look at her.

The showerhead was still in my hand, hot water gushed out of the nozzle and splashed onto the floor tiles, steam billowing into a cloud of white mist in the small bathroom.

His hair was just wet, and water droplets trickled down his jawline and dripped into his collarbone.

"Hurry up and take a shower! You're covered in sweat after a day of training!"

The blond-haired man stood swaggering in the middle of the bathroom, hands on his hips, looking completely self-righteous.

A small poplar leaf that had drifted over from the side of the track was still stuck in her hair, and the shallow marks left by her fishnet stockings on her knees were red from sweat. She had indeed just come down from the fire, and she was steaming hot, like a steamed bun just taken out of a steamer.

The forest was silent.

He stood under the showerhead, hot water pouring down over his head, over his shoulders and back, steam swirling between the two of them.

He looked at the blond-haired man's nonchalant expression that seemed to say, "It's not like I haven't seen you shower before," remained silent for a moment, and then picked up the showerhead and pointed it at her.

Hot water gushed from the showerhead, drenching her head.

Her honey-brown twin ponytails were instantly soaked, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, water droplets trickling down the ends.

"Indeed, you reek of sweat!"

Lin Ye rinsed her twice, the water from the showerhead pouring down her shoulders and then down her calves.

Huang Mao stood under the shower with her eyes closed. Water droplets rolled down her eyelashes and across the bridge of her nose. She reached up and wiped her face, brushing the stray hairs that were stuck to her forehead behind her ear.

The smell of sweat mixed with the dust from the racetrack was washed away by the hot water and lingered in the steam for a while before being masked by the white tea scent of the shower gel.

The blond-haired man chuckled.

She wrung out her soaking wet pigtails, and water dripped onto the non-slip mat.

Then she tilted her head and looked at Lin Ye, her deep brown pupils sparkling in the mist.

"How does it compare to Sister Shen Na?"

Lin Ye's hand holding the showerhead froze in mid-air.

He looked at the blond-haired girl's face, flushed from the hot water, and at her clearly defined collarbones and waist so slender that he could wrap his arm around her.

The water from the showerhead poured down her shoulders, swirled around her collarbone, and then flowed down.

What do you think?

The blond-haired woman lowered her head. Water droplets dripped from the tip of her chin and landed on her chest.

She looked at herself, then thought about Shen Na, and remained silent for a long while.

"It's definitely incomparable. This is something you're born with!"

There was no jealousy or bitterness in her tone when she said this; it was just a matter of being honest and straightforward.

Shen Na's figure is natural; she could never catch up to it even if she trained her whole life. Just like her natural hairpin bend is also natural; Shen Na could never catch up to it even if she trained her whole life.

When God created man, He dealt each person a different hand. You play the hand you're dealt. Instead of envying other people's hands, play your own hand well.

Lin Ye hung the showerhead back on the wall, reached for a bottle of shower gel on the shelf, squeezed it into his palm, lathered it up, and then applied it to Huang Mao's back.

Her back was very thin, her shoulder blades protruded from under her skin, and the muscles on both sides of her spine had a more defined outline than those of an average girl due to her long-term riding of ghost fire.

His palm gently pushed the foam away from her shoulder blade, the movement neither too light nor too heavy.

"I didn't say you can't compete. You have your strengths."

The blond-haired man turned around and looked up at him.

Her hair was soaked and stuck to her scalp, with water droplets running down her hairline and across her brow bone.

Her lips were redder than usual from the steam, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile that was both smug and curious.

"What are my strengths? Speeding doesn't count, I know that."

"Bold. Thick-skinned. Doesn't hold grudges."

The blond-haired man paused for a moment, then laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

She crouched in the corner of the bathroom, clutching her stomach, her soaking wet pigtails dangling down and brushing against the non-slip mat, her laughter echoing in the small bathroom.

The water from the showerhead was still flowing, and the water droplets splashed on her back and bounced off.

"Brother, are you praising me or scolding me?"

"I'm praising you."

Yellow Hair stood up from the corner and wiped away the tears of laughter.

She stood on the non-slip mat and looked up at Lin Ye again.

"Then say one more thing. Say one more thing about my strengths."

Lin Ye took a dry towel from the shelf and covered her head with it. He rubbed her wet hair with his palms, making it look like a bird's nest.

Strands of honey-brown hair peeked out from the edge of the towel, sticking up messily.

"You are the first one I picked up."

The blond-haired man poked half his face out from under the towel, his eyes wide open.

Water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, the tip of her nose was slightly red from being rubbed with a towel, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

She pulled the towel off her head and hugged it to her chest, looking down at her toes on the non-slip mat.

Another piece of nail polish chipped off, revealing the original pink nail underneath.

"Brother, you suddenly said something so sentimental. I wasn't prepared at all."

"Aren't you shameless?"

"There's a time and place to be shameless!"

She tossed the towel into Lin Ye's arms and turned to get the shower gel.

But when she turned around, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, and her ears were even redder than after being steamed in hot water.

The water from the showerhead was still flowing.

Steam seeped out from under the bathroom door, spreading into a thin, pale mist in the hallway.

At the end of the corridor, a man with a tattooed arm leaned against the stair railing, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

She had just returned from the modification workshop, and a small patch of black engine oil was stuck to the koi fish tattoo on her arm.

She looked at the steam and light leaking from the bathroom door, listened to the faint sounds of water and the blond man's laughter coming from inside, and took the cigarette out of her mouth and flicked off the ash.

"The blonde girl rushed in again. Every time she sees me go into the bathroom, it's like a cat seeing a can of cat food; there's no stopping her."

Hua Tui peeked out from behind her, holding a small nail file in her hand. She glanced at the closed bathroom door and summarized in an extremely objective tone.

"She practiced forty hairpin bends today, and when she came back she was completely exhausted. Taking a hot shower was the right thing to do."

"Taking a hot shower is no problem. The problem is that there's only a showerhead and no bathtub. How are two people supposed to shower?"

"Standing one in front of the other, how else can you wash them?"

Green Hair and Pink Hair ran down the stairs, their earrings rubbing together in a mess.

They saw the light and steam leaking from the bathroom door and simultaneously let out a drawn-out "Wow," before being pulled back to the stairwell by one of their tattooed arms covering their eyes.

Shen Qing came out of the tea room carrying a pot of freshly brewed red date and longan tea. She glanced in the direction of the bathroom and a tiny smile curved her lips.

She placed the teapot on the long table, took out several clean ceramic cups from the cabinet, and arranged them one by one.

Steam rose gently from the spout, dispersing into a pale white mist under the warm yellow lights of the coffee area.

Shen Na lay face down on the long table, her face buried in her arms.

She's been in this position ever since she came downstairs.

She heard the faint sound of water and the yellow-haired man's laughter coming from the bathroom. She lifted her face from her arms, glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and then buried her face back down.

"They're all rushing into the bathroom. We'll need to install access control at this training ground. The kind where you have to swipe a card to get in."