Liang Qian thought for a moment, her large eyes curving into crescent moons. This is the perfect opportunity to snatch the Taoist Treasure while he's bathing and then run, she schemed.
"Okay."
She maneuvered Chu Hao into the bathroom. The guy was dazed, leaning heavily on her shoulder—dead weight, indeed.
Honestly, he made her break out in a sweat, and she herself was burning up. The hotter it got, the more the alcohol went to her head, and she felt dizzy too.
Finally, the crucial moment had arrived. Liang Qian said, "I'll help you undress."
Chu Hao shamelessly replied, "Sister, help me bathe, and you bathe too."
Liang Qian blushed. "I... I think I'll skip bathing."
How could Chu Hao let her off the hook now? This is perfect for a 'mandarin duck bath,' isn't it?
Chu Hao put on a stern face. "If you don't bathe, I won't either."
Damn it! For the sake of the Taoist Treasure, I'll risk it all! Liang Qian resolved.
"Fine, fine, you first."
"No, you first."
