Jian Qing's ears turned red, she elbowed him and escaped from his arms, "Who asked you to wash me, you stinky rascal."
Last night was out of necessity, but she was now full of vigor. There was no need for him to help her bathe. This man had certainly become even more skilled at his lascivious trickeries.
Quan Jingwu crossed his arms and his purple eyes were filled with amusement as he watched her, teasing her, "Sweetheart, I've helped you bathe once already, I wouldn't mind a few more times."
"I mind!" Jian Qing exclaimed, grinding her teeth.
He chuckled softly, his gaze roving over her leisurely, "I saw everything I needed to see last night, sweetheart, don't be shy."
Thinking about her creamy, lustrous skin made his throat suddenly dry.
"..."
Who the hell was shamelessly acting like a rascal in this situation?
How she wished she could silence him with duct tape, how could she?
"What... what are you doing?"
