The layout of the studio’s second floor was different from the third. The interior decorations and furnishings here were closer to that of a high-end boutique.

Under the guidance of the staff, Larissa wandered around the whole floor for quite a bit before locating the small single bathroom at the back of the floor.

According to the staff’s explanation, the bathroom was built about a year after the studio began operations for artists who had a packed schedule that needed styling. There was nothing around the bathroom, and unauthorized personnel would never come here, so privacy was very much assured.

Larissa knocked on the bathroom door. Soon, Kevan’s guarded voice sounded. "Who is it?"

Larissa replied, "I’m here with your clothes, Mr. Rogers."

"Are you alone?"

"I am."

Kevan said nothing more. The door soon opened, and a burst of hot steam wafted from the bathroom.

Larissa looked up and saw a broad, strong chest glistening with water. Countless beads of water were dripping downw