Qin Yin buried her head in his chest, too frightened to look at him.
Nan Sichen walked to the bedroom door, kicked it open with his foot, and headed directly for the bathroom.
He gently placed Qin Yin on the washbasins, then bent to fill the bathtub. He added a generous amount of milk into the water, followed by flower petals.
Qin Yin sat on the wash basin trembling. Was it really going to happen in the bathroom today?
Wait, not for the first time. But for Qin Yin, this would be the first time when she was completely conscious.
Once Nan Sichen skillfully finished preparations, he turned to her, intending to hold her. Qin Yin pulled back, then said, "Uh, let me do it myself."
Nan Sichen ignored what she said, and just picked her up without ceremony—dropping her, clothes and all—into the bathtub.
The lukewarm water mixed with the fragrance of the petals and the creamy aroma of the milk immediately infiltrated her senses. Qin Yin took a deep breath; it smelled heavenly.
