Sheng Yize leaned on the doorframe, showing off his wide shoulders and long legs, and said in a rakish tone, "I'm the rascal? Here, have a look. See what you did to me! I couldn't get your hands off me… Why are you blushing? Not satisfied with my size?"
An Xiaxia wrapped herself up, her face pink. "Stop talking!"
His black eyes narrowed immediately, flickering with an indecipherable light. He moved closer until An Xiaxia's back was pressed against the basin. "So, you like a man of action? How about… we pick up from where we left off?"
An Xiaxia covered herself up and shook her head repeatedly. "No, no… that won't be necessary!"
Sheng Yize smiled. "Good girl. We'll get back to it after we're married."
… Get back my ass!
An Xiaxia ran back to the bed and huddled under the duvet, trying to play dead.
Sheng Yize patted the duvet. "Aren't you a bit too old to be this shy? Get up and have some soup."
