"Put me on that rock. I'll wash my own hair."
Jun Mohuang did not notice the slight change. She was so caught up in the current state.
She just knew that she felt rather terrible.
She thought that it was because the hot spring she was soaking in was too hot.
"No."
Di Lingtian lowered his voice and directly rejected.
Now that he finally had this opportunity to cultivate her feelings for him, he wouldn't let go of her.
He wanted to chase after her and this was the right time.
"If you insist on doing it yourself, I'll bite you here."
Di Lingtian reached out and pinched Jun Mohuang's red lips.
He then lowered his head and whispered in her ear. From his angle, he could clearly see her red face.
She was still a flower bud and was too tender.
Furthermore, this flower bud's feelings for him had yet to fully bloom.
But it didn't matter. Feelings could be nurtured slowly.
