"Do you want to wash up yourself, or..." His voice paused for a moment, his gaze flickering, "shall I do it?"
He propped his hands on the edge of the bathtub, his chilly eyes simultaneously fixating on her chest area.
The soaked clothes revealed a light pink underneath...
"No need, I can do it myself!"
At his words, Su Xingyue's face involuntarily reddened, her expression instantly becoming wary, instinctively guarding her chest.
His gaze was too sharp and piercing on her, as if he could see right through her.
Even though she knew he was incapable of doing anything to her, her heart still fluttered with panic when he approached.
He was a man without ability, yet his entire being emanated a mature masculine aura...
"Hmm?" He lifted his brows, deliberately questioning her, "I thought you didn't like bathing?"
It was she who had said she didn't like to bathe.
Su Xingyue felt a bit guilty and lowered her head, the reason she said that was just to disgust him...