"Dislike," Miss Victoria answered immediately, adhering to her principles of straightforward communication.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Hank Clegg had already swept her into his arms and was heading towards the bathroom.
"If you don't like it, then maybe soaking in some water will help."
"Hey," Victoria was speechless at Hank Clegg's irrational approach, pushing against his chest. "If I don't like it, shouldn't I avoid it?"
"Really?" Hank Clegg raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then you should have more exposure to it. The process from dislike to liking is inevitably forced."
Having said that, he had already put her in the bathtub.
"I'm still wearing clothes!" Victoria screamed.
The tub was already full of water.
She scrambled out of it, looking like a drowned rat.
However, with a push from Hank Clegg, she fell back into the bathtub, causing a splash.
