"Is the water... cold?"
Nangong Qingcheng, although shy about facing Jiang Feng, eventually walked up to him and asked in a barely audible voice.
"It's okay."
Jiang Feng looked playfully at Nangong Qingcheng, whose cheeks were as red as blood, and laughed.
"A grown man afraid of the cold; don't you usually take cold showers?" Nangong Qingcheng snorted softly.
"Why do you keep looking down? I'm not on the floor." Jiang Feng chuckled.
Nangong Qingcheng let out an "oh," hesitated for a moment, and finally gathered her courage to awkwardly lift her head.
But after merely glancing at Jiang Feng sitting in the bathtub, her nervousness and unease vanished, replaced immediately by a stronger sense of distress!
Because Jiang Feng, at some point, had gained many more scars on his body, vividly displayed on his bare chest, looking so horrifying and heart-wrenching!
Jiang Feng noticed the pained look in Nangong Qingcheng's eyes and suddenly found himself losing interest in teasing her.
