Qiao Duo'er looked at Tan Zhenghong and was on the verge of tears. Could she knock Tan Zhenghong out?
"Wife, I'll just take a bath with you," Tan Zhenghong said seriously, "I promise I won't do anything bad."
At first, he just scrubbed and washed, and of course, most of the time he was washing Qiao Duo'er.
But a quarter of an hour later, Qiao Duo'er gritted her teeth and said, "You liar!"
What happened to not doing anything bad? What was that thing that had slipped into her body now?
Tan Zhenghong moved vigorously twice and Qiao Duo'er's willpower dissolved completely. She could only bite her lip to prevent herself from making embarrassing sounds.
Qiao Duo'er gave him a dagger stare, though at this moment her brows were tender and her eyes carried a springtime air, making it seem more like coquetry.
"The water's gotten cold; I'm freezing," Qiao Duo'er said weakly.
Tan Zhenghong pulled Qiao Duo'er's arm over his shoulder: "Wife, hold on tight."
