They say women are made of water, and there is certainly no denying it. That downpour left Chen Xiaobei nearly drenched, looking like a drowned rat. His face, hair, and even his mouth retained a strange taste. Luckily, Jiang Hongchun was a very clean woman. Otherwise, he would have been utterly disgusted.
Chen Xiaobei couldn't worry about Jiang Hongchun. He hastily washed his face with water from the basin in the room.
Jiang Hongchun said apologetically, "Mr. Chen, I-I'm sorry. I really couldn't hold it in just now."
As she spoke, Jiang Hongchun's pretty face finally turned red. She had lived a pure and innocent life, having never even touched a man's hand. Yet here she was, splashing Chen Xiaobei right in the face. The incident left her so embarrassed and ashamed that she wished she could just end it all with her sword. The sensation, however, had been truly uncontrollable. If she could have held on for even a moment longer, she would never have done such a thing.
