Rosie pouted her lips. It seemed her attempts to get Aslan's attention failed. The girl turned her body and sat slightly away from Aslan. She then turned her back on the man. Rosie put her hands on the edge of the tub and looked up at the sky.
Was the girl mad? Shouldn't Aslan be the one feeling annoyed? He frowned in confusion, then looked at the girl's exposed back in front of him.
Because they used a small tub, and Aslan had a large body, he also had to fold his legs to fit, while Rosie sat only three inches away from him. He could reach out his hand and pull her away in one grab.
Aslan played with the water in the tub, making a splash of water hit Rosie's back. The girl looked back briefly and gave him a cynical look.
"Hmph!"
Truly, Aslan could not help but smile again. He purposely pulled his wife in one tug.
"Why did you look so annoyed?"
Rosei didn't answer and let Aslan kiss her shoulder.
