Ye Caitang was like a fish squirming in Qin Ruohan's arms, but she could not escape his firm and strong embrace.
She moved her red lips at Qin Ruohan nervously and angrily, protesting silently:
"There must be propriety between men and women. I don't want to bathe with you."
Qin Ruohan frowned. "…"
"Objection overruled."
Ye Caitang said, "Satan, you're forcing me. This is illegal. I can sue you. I can…"
Qin Ruohan interrupted Ye Caitang casually,
"You're not my wife?"
"Which part of you haven't I seen and enjoyed?"
Ye Caitang's face grew red. "…"
Dear, where is your sense of shame?
Qin Ruohan strode into the bathroom and put Ye Caitang in the bathtub. He slowly started to fill the bathtub with water.
"Besides, as a husband, I insisted on bathing my wife when I saw that her arms were injured. Isn't that what a good husband should do?"
