Zheng Wenhao's gaze deepened, and a dangerous air settled around him:
"Xu Shengxia, are you sure you want me to undress you?"
Xu Shengxia nodded like an innocent fawn, oblivious to the approaching danger:
"I don't just want you to undress me. I want you to give me a bath, too."
For a moment, Zheng Wenhao's breath caught.
But he managed to restrain himself and patiently coaxed her:
"Good girl, you're drunk. You should bathe by yourself, or you'll regret it tomorrow."
Xu Shengxia shook her head:
"I won't regret it. I'm just so, so tired. I don't want to bathe myself..."
As she spoke, she turned and presented her back to him, waiting for him to unzip her gown.
Zheng Wenhao was at a loss for words.
A man might be able to resist the seduction of a woman he doesn't like, but when it's the woman he loves, it's nearly impossible to be a saint.
In the end, Zheng Wenhao stayed in the bathroom and helped Xu Shengxia bathe.
