Emma Smith turned her head and saw Robert Thomson laughing off to the side. She got angry and raised her small fist, "You're still laughing! How annoying! Go and explain it to them! We weren't going to do anything intimate!"
Robert laughed even louder, hugging her as he chuckled, "Alright, alright, Emma, don't be mad, the water will get cold."
"It's all your fault! You didn't even bother to say a word to them! I just wanted to take a bath! Tomorrow, you must, definitely, immediately, and with the first words out of your mouth, explain it to them!"
"Okay, okay." Robert immediately nodded, "Tomorrow morning, I'll tell them that I was just helping you with your bath, and we had no intentions of doing anything inappropriate for children. Do you think this explanation will do?"
"Isn't this like admitting there are three hundred taels of silver?" Emma replied, feeling even more frustrated. However, deep inside, she knew she wasn't really angry, just... annoyed.
