In her heart, only worried about his body having any more issues, Luo Xiaoqian almost answered without thinking.
"Of course!"
Leng Zimo's lips curved upward, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
Their eyes met, and Luo Xiaoqian clearly saw a trace of scheming in his gaze.
As expected, his thin lips parted, and in a magnetic baritone, he uttered five low and enticing words.
"I want to take a bath."
Luo Xiaoqian's face heated up, "I... I'll go prepare the bathwater for you."
She turned and walked into the bathroom, and Leng Zimo came over and leaned against the bathroom door, watching her busy around.
She cleaned the tub, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the water...
She was just wearing a light beige casual house outfit, the thin fabric naturally outlined her body's contours, her hair tied in a ponytail, with her slender neck and one side of her shoulder fully exposed.
Testing the water temperature, Luo Xiaoqian turned off the faucet and turned around.
