"Girl, girl. Han Lei."
Zhao Zun called several times in succession, but still no response. Zhao Zun's heart suddenly sank.
He quickly walked around the screen, and the scene before him made him freeze instantly—
Han Lei was leaning against the side of the wooden tub, her eyes closed, breathing evenly, evidently asleep. Her delicate face was slightly flushed from soaking in the hot water, making her appear even sweeter. Beneath the calm water surface, a scene of springtime allure lay.
Zhao Zun felt a warmth at his ears, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated. He hurriedly closed his eyes, swallowed a gulped, and tried his best to steady his inner turmoil.
With eyes shut, he reached out to test the water temperature, finding it indeed a bit cold.
"Quickly bring clothes for Miss Han to wear." Zhao Zun instructed turning back.
