The girl in the white porcelain bathtub had her long ponytail casually tied on top of her head in a big Daoist nun-like bun, with a few stray strands falling down, forming wet streaks and beaded with droplets, cute and lively.
The steam was misty, and the man's gaze became deeper and deeper.
"You, you, you better not mess around! I, I, I'll scream!" She even stammered while speaking.
Her adorably clueless look made Han Luoli unable to suppress his chuckle.
The man did not speak, simply maintaining a calmly engaged demeanor as he casually took the towel from her hands and began seriously wiping her down.
His facial features were tightly drawn, giving him a look of seriousness as if he was at work.
"You're, you're, you're not trying to take advantage of me, are you?" Gu Xiaoer said with a bewildered face.
A low chuckle spilled from the corners of the man's mouth. Han Luoli's gaze was calm, his handsome features relaxed – he was absolutely smitten with the girl's amusing antics.
