Leng Yu Yan softly said, "I can wash myself."
The man replied, "Last night it was I who washed you, and you didn't oppose."
She was instantly choked, and only after a while did she mumble a retort, "I was... I was sleepy then!"
The man laughed joyously, "Given the situation, are you still afraid of me?"
"Precisely because of what happened, I am even more afraid, okay?"
Her voice unconsciously rose, her small face fell, and her adorable fierceness made Ye Yiheng laugh even more dotingly.
"Why do I feel you're not afraid at all?"
"Not true!" She bit her lip angrily and struggled to get out of his embrace, but couldn't break free.
Within moments, he carried her into the bathing room.
Leng Yu Yan clutched her collar, softening her tone to negotiate with him, "I can really wash myself. Once I'm done, you can carry me back to the room."
