"Miss, miss, help me pour some more hot water, huff, the water in the tub is cold again."
In the courtyard, Qing Jun, who was dutifully airing the bedding, turned around helplessly, "Qian'er, why are you still lingering in the bath, it's been two quarters of an hour, hurry up and finish bathing."
"Miss, I want to wash thoroughly, there was too much blood on me yesterday, not sure if I scrubbed clean last night, felt a bit uncomfortable sleeping, not sure if brother Rong'er smelled any blood and found it unpleasant..."
The cute girl in the bathtub inside the house spoke with a slightly somber tone, "Before when I slept with brother Rong'er, he would bury his face in my hair in the morning and tickle me with his stubble... This morning he didn't do anything, eerily calm, the whole night yesterday was the same..."
Zhao Rong, who was hiding around the corner, pressed his lips.
