Chang Danran quickly stood up, "Then you bathe Xiaoman, don't let him play with water too much, or he'll freeze."
But before she could turn around, her wrist was grabbed, Xia Ye Zhao wouldn't let her go, and he said, "You bathe him, I can't."
"What are you doing here if you can't? If you want a son, you should learn to take care of him."
She held on to her remaining sanity, keeping her eyes off him and focusing solely on Xiaoman's naked body. But even without looking at him, the palpable tension in the air made her cautious, fearing that she would lose control if she stayed any longer.
Leaving those words, she tried to shake off the man's hand, but her attempt was in vain. With a hard pull from Xia Ye Zhao, in the next instance, she went down uncontrollably. Had she not been quick to prop herself against his chest, she would have fallen into his arms. She couldn't help but curse, "Xia Ye Zhao, have you had enough?"
"Not enough!"
