Lin Xinlan was furious. She forcefully pushed away his hand and splashed him with water.
Seeing him drenched, she still wasn't satisfied and continued to splash water at him.
"Get out, get out!" Her emotions were extremely agitated, but Rong Shaoze remained calm and collected, seizing the opportunity to grab her arm.
She kept dodging and trying to splash him with water, only to become exhausted and gasping for breath, sweat beading on the tip of her nose.
Lin Xinlan leaned against the bathtub, taking deep breaths.
Rong Shaoze smirked wickedly, his eyes flashing with triumph, "I told you couldn't bathe yourself, and you didn't believe me. Look at you now, don't you feel all weak and limp, with no strength?"
She glared at him fiercely, silent.
He had purposely angered her, purposely exhausted her of strength, hadn't he?
He was cunning and despicable!
"Since you're tired, just lie down obediently, and let me help you bathe," Rong Shaoze said lightly.
