"Weren't you going to help me scrub my back? Get in!"
Without continuing the deep kiss, Ye Zi'an felt a bit disappointed, but it didn't matter, he would try again later.
Seeing Ye Zi'an obediently enter the tub, that thing no longer flaunted itself at her, Yang Chuxia's originally restless heart calmed down.
"Lie down properly!" Yang Chuxia grabbed a scrubbing cloth and patted his shoulder.
Ye Zi'an noticed she was still standing outside the tub and rolled his eyes, then asked, "Wife, aren't you getting in? How can you help me if you stay outside and I lie here? Get in, after all, we're both going to bathe."
With that, he stood up and dragged Yang Chuxia into the large wooden tub.
"Hehe, anyway, your clothes are already soaked, just take them off."
As soon as his hands touched Yang Chuxia's clothes, she slapped them away.
