Ding Yixin had not anticipated Rong Xingyu's movements and was easily shaken off by him.
He could only follow Rong Xingyu's intention and gently put him down on the ground.
The moment Rong Xingyu's feet touched the floor, his legs suddenly went weak.
He clenched his teeth and, without bothering to steady himself, staggered and rushed toward the bathroom.
Ding Yixin followed after him, but with a loud bang, the bathroom door was slammed shut in his face.
Meanwhile, Rong Xingyu ran straight toward the bathtub.
Fortunately, during this period of time, he had already learned how to use the bathtub and filled it with a tub of cold water for himself.
With his face flushed red, Rong Xingyu hastily tugged off the clothing on his lower body and, without the slightest hesitation, lifted his long legs and stepped inside.
The water was icy cold, yet when Rong Xingyu immersed his body in it, he let out a comfortable sigh.
His mind also became much clearer.
