Gong Shirao's heart was beating increasingly unnaturally, but her face still wore an air of casual detachment: "…She's a child, are you one too?"
"If being a child means you can help me with a bath, hmm, then I'm a child." He said this with a perfectly serious expression.
"…" She blushed slightly.
His kiss promptly landed gently on her eyelashes.
Her heartbeat seemed like it was about to leap out of her body.
"Why not, together?" His alluring voice whispered in her ear.
"…"
Before she could speak, he had already lifted her into the air.
She was startled, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, and he was already carrying her to the bathtub, gently placing her inside.
The bathroom shower was turned on, the warm water droplets splattering.
He kissed her flushed face; she flinched slightly. He refused to let her escape, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
