"Don't fidget. Be sure to rinse with hot water properly, otherwise you'll catch a cold." Chen Yiran slightly furrowed his brows, restraining Tianxin's restless hands with his own, his voice sternly chided her.
"I hate you, Chen Yiran, you lied to me!!" Tianxin's head was pressed against his chest, the hot, steamy water was continually washing over her back. The slightly scalding temperature of the water caused her to involuntarily shiver.
"How did I deceive you?" Chen Yiran asked, seeming free and easy.
"When I came in just now, there was no shampoo on the counter at all. You must have brought a bottle of shampoo onto the counter while I was out, then pretended to stand there waiting for me to look back at you. You knew I'm easily sweet-talked and would worry about the wound on your hand…" Tianxin grumbled at him, biting his shoulder in irritation as she voiced her grievances.
