Li Lingling, almost entirely lost in her trance, finally came to her senses amid her own shameful cries. She hurriedly pushed Chen An's hand off her, her voice hesitating:
"No, wait, could you, could you take a shower first?"
Li Lingling's lowly plea appeared pathetic, and quickly Chen An became deeply attracted to her demeanor. Whether or not he would agree to Li Lingling's request, Chen An himself had been running around all day and was covered in sweat.
With a wicked smirk in his heart, Chen An embraced Li Lingling's slender waist in the dim, cramped, and steam-filled bathroom, pulling her in front of him and commanding her in an authoritative tone:
"Then come here and help me wash."
Li Lingling, who had never suffered such indignities, furrowed her brow at his words; her enchanting eyes fogged with water yet showed a defiant look. Chen An noticed Li Lingling was glaring at him, obviously she wasn't completely subdued by his training yet.
