Pei Yuanchen's gaze darkened, a cold laugh escaping his lips, "Didn't you say you were already dressed?"
"I lied to you..." she admitted readily, beginning to feign weakness again, "Uncle Xiaobao, I have no strength to stand up..."
Pei Yuanchen was unable to discern the truth of her words.
However, he was certain that if he didn't pull her out of the bathtub, this woman could genuinely stay soaking in there until the end of time.
His expression gloomy, he walked over, lifted her out of the tub, and wrapped her in a towel.
The soft sensation beneath his palm left him a bit parched.
Ziyi cheerfully extended her arms to embrace him, tilting her head to kiss his chin.
Pei Yuanchen's body tensed, his breathing growing heavier.
Unfortunately, holding her as he was, he had no hands free to push her head away.
"He Ziyi, behave yourself!" he threatened coldly, though his voice was hoarse.
