1702. Second Round
She finally managed to steady herself against the edge of the tub and snapped, fuming, "I am not bluffing you. It's not like you don't know—you go for a whole hour every time! I'm not like you, working out every damn day. I don't have that kind of stamina!"
Listening to this blood-and-tears complaint from Mu Anran, the man, Yu Lingqian, only felt a certain masculine vanity in him swelling to the point of bursting.
He took one long step and climbed straight into the bathtub.
Back then, just for the sake of taking lovers' baths together, Yu Lingqian had a super-sized tub custom-made.
Now as he squeezed himself in, water splashed everywhere, and Mu Anran felt the fine hairs on her back all stand on end.
She scooted back again and again, retreating all the way into a corner of the tub. "What are you trying to do?"
She didn't know why—maybe because they'd been together too long.
Or maybe because the two of them knew each other too well.
