Lu Qing moved leisurely, his actions slow and deliberate, like he was teasing her. That physique... tsk tsk tsk.
Qin Miaomiao felt like her eyes were feasting. It took her a good while to snap out of it—composure, composure!
She quickly covered her eyes: "What are you doing?!"
"Taking a bath."
"I'm still here!"
"Together."
"Pervert! No way am I bathing with you! Get out!"
Lu Qing chuckled and said, "You want me to get out?"
"Fine, then I'll leave."
Saying that, she was about to dash out, only to be stopped by him. Her body bumped into his. Ugh, what the hell was she thinking?
"Miaomiao, either I take you right here, or you help me bathe—your choice."
What the...?
Qin Miaomiao stared at him wide-eyed. Damn it, was he out of his mind?!
"No choice? Fine, then I'll choose."
As he spoke, he... pulled off her towel. Qin Miaomiao panicked and screamed, "I choose the second one—I'll help you bathe!"
Lu Qing's lips curled into a faint smile as he said coolly:
