Leng Ning's delicate brows furrowed slightly, a hint of resignation in her bright eyes.
Jiang Xinghai's meaning was clear: he wanted her to join him in the bath.
'But this is outdoors, after all.'
This was a far cry from the little things she and Jiang Xinghai had done in the car. If someone saw them, wouldn't she just die of embarrassment?
"Leng Ning, this water is from a mountain spring, you know. It's great for the skin. Are you sure you don't want to come in and try?" Jiang Xinghai's voice rang out again.
"Alright, then."
Leng Ning finally cast aside her shyness and stepped past the bamboo partition.
At first, she kept her head down.
She carefully hung the new clothes she'd brought on a rack made from bamboo.
A camouflage tank top, camouflage pants, and a pair of yellow rubber-soled shoes.
She had no choice. Near the Phoenix Mountain scenic area, the only clothes available were things like this or some local ethnic costumes.
"Could you scratch my back for me?"
