Amid the mist of water, two bodies were already entwined tightly together.
This bath left Lin Banxia overwhelmed as if plunged into fire and water. When she escaped outside wrapped in her robe, her small face steamed red, her long hair entirely soaked. She felt as though she had been tricked.
Yan Ting emerged wearing nothing but a white towel slung around his waist. The slight curve of his thin lips revealed a satisfied smile.
The sight of the little woman, shamed and weak, nearly cost him half his life.
Yet, no matter how exhausted he might be, being with her was worth it.
"The one you bought for me is too small. Tomorrow, go and exchange it for a larger one," Yan Ting murmured softly by her ear.
Lin Banxia was drying her long hair with a towel, planning to use a hairdryer to finish the job.
She pouted and muttered, "Alright, I'll get you a bigger one tomorrow!"
