She was even hotter than when she was in the bathtub.
There was a long pause.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."
Then, he used his spiritual energy to dry her clothes.
Gu Chaoyan blushed instantly.
Confusion clouded her mind as she stood before the Heaven Emperor, torn between embarrassment and a strange sense of familiarity. Memories lay just beyond her reach, teasingly elusive.
Yet, amid her uncertainty, she found solace in her latent spiritual energy, a forgotten gift that effortlessly dried her skin upon exiting the bath.
"What's the holdup?" The Heaven Emperor's gravelly voice pierced the air, his impatience evident. "Do you expect me to dress myself?"
"Oh," a sudden realization dawned on Gu Chaoyan.
