Though chills of spring commanded baths in Huaqing Pool, where silky waters washed away the crèmes of beauties,
With maids to hold her faint form with attentive care, such was the time when favor freshly fell upon her slender frame.
No Huaqing Pool was there, nor the cold of spring, yet Feng Qingxue relied on Lu Jiang to lift her from the warm springs, hurriedly taking a dry towel from "the space" to wrap around her body, staring at him crossly. He truly lacked restraint!
Lu Jiang, his face full of contentment, moved closer to her, "Wife, let me help you."
Feng Qingxue turned away, "No need, I can dress myself!" She wasn't without hands, after all.
"Let me help," he pleaded in a tone matching that of two- or three-year-old Xibao, and now Fubao.
"No, thanks!"
