When his lips touched her earlobe, she felt as if she had been struck by a current, instantly spreading to her limbs and throughout her body, in every single cell.
They all started to stir restlessly.
Accompanied by her increasingly ardent breath and her burning cheeks, she slowly uttered two words, "Like... like..."
After those words fell, his clear, deep eyes watched her, and finally, he seemed to slightly tug at the corner of his mouth.
"Good."
He bent his head and kissed the corner of her lips.
The next second, he handed her a white towel, "Go, get up and help me scrub, start with my back."
Wen Xian: "..."
After his words fell, his sturdy back continued to lean against the bathtub, his arms resting on the edge, chin slightly lifted, looking at her.
Wen Xian stared blankly at him, still holding a white towel in her hand.
Just this—!?
It ends just like that?
And at this time, he still expected her to scrub his back.
"No, not, I—"
