That state, if Qiu Tu had to describe it, he probably wouldn't manage to.
It was as if her face was a flush of red, her eyes moist, and her entire being seemed like it could drip water with a mere touch.
Qiu Tu remembered that in his past life, he loved to play and went to the mall every day.
Visited often enough, he noticed that even the sinks in the mall toilets had varying grades.
The worst ones required manual operation to open and close.
The better ones dispensed water with a push, releasing it with one press, and no further action needed for turning it off.
The best ones were sensor-activated, releasing water when they sensed hands underneath.
Qiu Tu felt... Yao Qin might be like the best kind of sink.
The only concern was whether this woman's sensor might malfunction and only open but not close, eventually drowning him.
