Xia Siyu was speechless. When he spoke of "taking a bath," it was clear it wasn't just as simple as "taking a bath together."
Bo Yan never treated himself poorly, especially at times like this. She continued to refuse, "No need, I can go by myself. Besides, didn't you already take a bath?"
Saying this, she struggled to get down from Bo Yan.
Bo Yan bent down once again, this time to lift her horizontally into his arms, "It's okay, I have a kind heart. I'll take you with me, and I'll take another bath with you."
Bo Yan carried her to the bathroom, where she showered first, while he filled the bathtub with water. By the time she had finished bathing, the bathtub was full.
Whenever he soaked in the bath, Bo Yan would feel dissatisfied with the size of the tub at home; it was too small. If it were like that round massage bathtub at the hotel they last stayed in, bathing would have been so much more enjoyable.
