Ji Yao was so thin-skinned that despite having the strong urge to take a second look and confirm what he saw earlier he covered his eyes and in turn tossed a drying cloth at him which landed squarely on Rui Fei's half-mast flag pole.
"Yao-ge... even the way you throw things at me clearly exposes your sleazy intentions towards me," he said in a silvery tone clear, light and pleasant. In contrast to his voice, he had a sly smile that could have him declared guilty without a trial.
"Tsk," tsked the embarrassed Ji Yao as he turned on his heel to leave. Since this cub had the balls to talk smack it meant he could bathe himself.
Realising he was about to lose his advantage Rui Fei leaned forward trying to grasp his hand and stop him from leaving.
But when he moved forward his legs softened at the knees and the end result was predictable. His lovely chin was about to make contact with the edge of the tub and the expected injury wasn't going to be light.
