"Scrub my back..."
Yuyan stood at the doorway, gently biting her lip, her beautiful eyes flashing with hesitation.
If she truly saw Yino as a brother, then helping him scrub his back wouldn't be anything particularly out of line.
Yet just thinking about it made Yuyan's heart race uncontrollably.
Was she really overthinking things?
"But I don't have a washcloth here..."
After some deliberation, Yuyan politely declined.
For so many years, she had lived alone, slept alone, bathed alone...
Yuyan was truly a contradictory woman. On one hand, she despised those who were set in their ways and unwilling to improve in their cultivation. But now that she had reached a crucial point, Yuyan was reluctant to step out of her own comfort zone.
"It's fine, Senior Sister. I brought a washcloth!"
Outside the door, the young man sitting in the bath with his back to Yuyan suddenly spoke up again.
