In the bathroom, Sun Zhe gently placed Lin Miao in the bathtub, seating her properly before turning on the shower. After adjusting the water temperature, he began to help her wash her body.
As time passed, the water in the tub rose, gradually submerging her waist and hips. The lush black curls floated gently in the water, as graceful as seaweed.
Initially, Sun Zhe was quite serious, intending only to properly wash her. But upon suddenly seeing this enchanting scene, the Yang Qi within him grew restless, and he couldn't stop his mind from wandering.
Lin Miao unintentionally glanced at the tent he was pitching, and her heart fluttered wildly. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and said in a soft voice, "What wicked things are you thinking about?"
Sun Zhe, however, put on a serious face. "I'm not thinking about anything."
Lin Miao looked up and rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks puffed slightly. "Still pretending... It's sticking right up."
