After that, besides calling his name, she didn't know what else to say.
The couple's bath time was quite long. With Lord Quan the Fourth's efforts, Zhan Se had become thoroughly clean, inside and out. She had no idea how long he had been at it, and even though he didn't take that opportunity to have his way with her, his shameless meddling turned her reluctance into cooperation, and she "died" a little two or three times before he finally carried her out, languid and flushed.
Drained of strength, she huddled completely inside the big quilt, with only her eyelashes showing, not wanting to move even a little bit.
Seeing her hair fall limp if not blown dry, Lord Quan the Fourth narrowed his eyes. He found a hairdryer and dried her hair for her before tucking her back into bed.
With a sour face, Zhan Se looked at him, utterly silent.
Emperor Quan thought for a moment, then lifted a corner of the quilt.
Zhan Se spoke feebly, half-squinting her eyes as one foot kicked out at him.
