His movement stopped.
"What are you doing here, Strategist Yang?"
The temperature dropped to the lowest degree possible once more.
For the second time today, Yang Xian felt chills running down his spine. The temperature was so chilling that he felt it could freeze him in place. He didn't dare to turn around in fear that he would regret it for his entire life.
"I want to wash my face," Yang Xian replied truthfully.
Splash!
Wei Liuying moved a bit and submerged her body into the bathtub. She had just started to wash her body when she heard the sound of the door opening. Just when she thought that it was enemy, she could see Yang Xian's face from the gap between the screen and the wall.
Her hands stopped from her attempt to take her small sword. Instead, she splashed it to the bathtub to attract Yang Xian's attention.
"When I'm still inside?"
"I didn't know you're inside?"
