"Your dress is wet. It will wet the bed too. Take your dress off now," Yu Qiao sitting on the side of the bed to reach the hem of her dress.
"Give me a minute." Mo Lihua said as she catches her breath. She was speaking, muffled since a pillow covered her face. It sounds inaudible on her ears, but he
seemed to hear her since he stopped talking for a moment.
This time, Yu Qiao was looking around the expensive master's bedroom and feeling bad for the large bed to be dirtied because of the seawater and sand from the beach.
He grabbed her robe, ready to give it to her when she asked for it.
Mo Lihua looked at him and saw that he was holding a robe and asking her to take off her wet clothes, his face laced with worry and guilt.
"Quickly, remove everything before you get sick." He had already prepared the warm bath for her and just waiting for her to soak on it.
