"If you wash yourself, you're not disabled; otherwise..." Li Chengyun finished speaking and turned away coldly, ignoring Yu Jingrong.
With a soft "thud", as Li Chengyun barely stepped out of the bathroom door, he was drawn by a noise from behind.
Of course he was worried about Yu Jingrong. Turning around, he saw her fallen into the spacious bathtub, struggling awkwardly inside like a flipped turtle, trying to crawl out but failing to do so. In her struggle, she gulped down several mouthfuls of water and looked utterly dismayed.
His face turned pale with fright. He hurried over, and with one big scoop, he picked her up out of the water like a chick.
Concerned, he asked, "How could you be so careless? Are you alright?"
"Hmm..." Yu Jingrong looked at him, suppressing a deep sense of grievance.
Seeing her pitiful appearance tugged at Li Chengyun's heartstrings, it was impossible not to be touched, "You really are..."
