Her face looked equally ugly; she would do the same to him.
With his long arms, he flipped her shoulders so that she would look at his frosty face. "Speak! What do you mean by the words you've just said?"
"There's no other meaning except that I find you dirty!" She glared at him with frost. "I'm not done yet, so please get out!"
"Aren't you speaking?"
She continued to rub her body while she ignored his presence.
He lost his patience finally. Gathering her in his arms, he drained the foam in the bathtub, turned on the showerhead, and began to scrub her body.
She pushed him away, and amid the struggle, he got drenched.
He was not one to let her get away with her tantrum, so locking both her wrists with one arm, he pinned her down heavily inside the bathtub with the other. In this way, she totally lost her ability to fight him.
The water in the tub soon overflowed, and it was refilled with fresh warm water.
