Rong Yan passed him the hawthorn and date water she had prepared, then added, "Also, do you want to take a bath?"
Li Shengxiao sipped the hawthorn and date water she had made. The sweet taste, which used to be one of his most hated, was damnably good now.
He lifted his head, his piercing gaze locking on to the person close at hand. His Adam's apple made a slight movement, and his sexy thin lips parted as he asked, "Are you inviting me?"
Her sudden suggestion of a bath, in a home that was just theirs and well past ten at night, didn't feel like normal conversation to him.
Li Shengxiao's eyes darkened inch by inch, his fingers clearly gripping the water cup, desire and restraint flickering in his eyes, along with sparks of fire.