She stopped in front of the room at the end of the corridor, pressed her code, and the door clicked open.
"Inside. You're staining the floor."
Yizhou stepped in without complaint.
The suite was exactly what you'd expect from the top floor used by the boss of the facility.
Plush carpet, sleek furniture, soft lighting, and a private bathroom large enough to be its own apartment.
The air still smelled faintly like expensive cologne.
He glanced around, unimpressed.
"That Du Yuan had good taste."
"Yeah..I'll give him that."
She tossed him a clean towel. "Strip. Shower. Then I'll deal with that shoulder."
Yizhou caught the towel, gave her a look. "Bossy."
"You like it."
He chuckled, pulling off his blood-soaked shirt and heading to the bathroom. "You're not wrong."
She waited until the water started running before sitting down on the bed.
"I don't want to use from my stockpile. Let's see if this place has a first aid kit."
