In the steamy bathroom, Chi Xiaoyu's delicate face was flushed red from the hot water, looking just like a ripe apple.
Her hands rested on the edges of the bathtub, her chin nestled against her arms, striking a lounging posture.
Her wet hair hung in a slightly messy cascade over her snowy-white fragrant shoulders.
The water was warm, and she soaked in it contentedly.
Even more satisfying was that Yeh Cangqiong was seated behind her, using a sponge to gently clean the skin on her back…
His movements were meticulous, making her feel utterly relaxed.
"Yeh Cangqiong, tell me—if I turn eighty one day, when I can't even bathe myself and my skin is all wrinkled, would you still be willing to scrub my back for me?" she asked, her tone tinged with a dreamy anticipation.
"No way!" Yeh Cangqiong replied without hesitation, his response crisp and direct with not even a hint of indecision.
"Why not?!"
"Because scrubbing your back is fine, but I'd rather scrub the front…"
"You bastard!!"
