"So... um... not in the bathtub..." Tianxin's voice was fragmented as she softly pleaded with Chen Yiran.
"Okay." Chen Yiran agreed very cheerfully.
He reached for a white, soft, large bath towel from the rack beside, then lifted Tianxin out of the bathtub with his other hand, gave the towel a shake, and wrapped her entirely in it.
Instantly, Tianxin clung to Chen Yiran's body like a little sloth.
However...
A certain part of their bodies was still connected...
Tianxin's little face had already turned so red that its original color was indistinguishable.
With his arms around her, Chen Yiran carefully stepped out of the bathtub and headed towards the room.
"Um..." Every step he took made Tianxin feel a peculiar sensation throughout her body, making her involuntarily tighten her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him.
