Ye Mingmei panicked completely when she heard that he wanted to help her bathe.
She grabbed his shoulders and yelled, "Put me down, I can do it myself!"
"Looks like you don't want to bathe, is that it?" Yu Xiuzhun raised his brow and tossed her into the bathtub.
The bathtub was empty, and though Yu Xiuzhun hadn't used much strength, Ye Mingmei still bumped herself painfully. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"Is crying the only thing you're good at in front of me?" Yu Xiuzhun pinched her chin and looked down at her. "You know I won't feel sorry for your tears, so why don't you try something different?"
"Smack—"
Ye Mingmei knocked his hand away and roared, "Don't touch me!"
"You think I want to cry, Yu Xiuzhun? I can't defeat you, I can't kill you. Do you know how much I hate you? I could drink your blood, eat your flesh! If one day I was walking down the street and heard people say you were dead, I bet I'd be so happy I'd go insane!"
"..."
