"Yeah, it's all my fault," Gu Yu said, his tone overflowing with laughter as he turned to Tang Yuran, "So here I am, voluntarily washing my wife to apologize."
"Hmph..."
Tang Yuran responded with a noncommittal hum.
However, when her whole body was immersed in the warm bathwater, the cozy warmth enveloped her instantly, dispelling her fatigue in an instant.
Her limbs felt warm and comfortable, from her fingertips to every strand of her hair, there was an indescribable sense of pleasure.
"Feeling better now?" Gu Yu sat opposite Tang Yuran, his dark, deep eyes watching her slightly reddened face from the hot water, and asked in a low voice.
"Mmm..." Youran responded lazily and contentedly closed her eyes, resting her head on the edge of the bathtub, feeling inexplicably sleepy.
"Tired?" Gu Yu moved closer to Tang Yuran, extending an arm for her to rest her head on his shoulder.
"Mmm..." Youran nodded slightly with her eyes closed.
