Zhou Xinlan could hardly bear the fiery gaze from Lin Tian.
She quickly struggled out of Lin Tian's grasp and pulled her foot from his hand.
"I'm not washing anymore, I'm going to sleep."
Zhou Xinlan said in a flurry, not even bothering to put on her shoes as she hurried toward her room.
Back in her own room and with the door closed, Zhou Xinlan's heart still pounded fiercely in her chest.
In the living room, Lin Tian's face was filled with disappointment.
He had hoped to take advantage of the opportunity to bathe Zhou Xinlan to cop a feel.
But she ran away halfway through, leaving him without any recourse.
But Zhou Xinlan was the woman he valued most, his beloved Little Aunt, whom he couldn't force himself upon.
All Lin Tian could do was sigh, picked up the basin, and walked outside to pour out the water in the yard.
The next few days passed without incident.
