During the discussion, Leng Yu Yan realized that the armrest of the Jade Chair was designed very humanely, almost as if afraid someone would slip into the water, enabling one to grasp firmly.
Ye Yiheng's voice was calm and steady, "When I hold you to bathe, naturally we sit together."
Leng Yu Yan suddenly realized something was amiss and glared at him angrily, "Is this your idea of romance?"
"Yanyan, you actually understand?" Ye Yiheng laughed.
His devilishly handsome face radiated a unique charm, and his deep eyes held a hint of indescribable meaning.
Seeing him like this, Leng Yu Yan was momentarily dazzled, and thinking about his question, she quickly blushed, "I don't understand."
Ye Yiheng coughed lightly, "You'll understand in time."
The atmosphere in the bathroom was strange, and instinctively, Leng Yu Yan did not want to stay any longer. She lifted her foot and quickly walked toward the door.
