Yu Zhizhi's light-colored long dress was soaked, and her breath hitched. This close, she could clearly feel his presence—
The Mermaid hailed from a distant kingdom, and the entire bathroom felt as if it had been pulled into the tranquil, azure Deep Sea.
Yu Zhizhi instinctively lowered her head, one hand braced on the edge of the tub. "S-Sorry, I was just trying to wipe your other side..."
She tried to get up.
The edge of the tub was slick with sea salt. The moment Yu Zhizhi pushed off, she slipped and fell right back into the Mermaid's chest.
The soft little female had stumbled back into his arms.
The Mermaid Youth was too weak and let out a muffled grunt. An unidentifiable blush crept up his face—was it shyness, or was it anger?
'This body of his is just too pathetic.'
He could barely "endure" it, even when a rabbit as delicate as her fell on him.
The medicine they fed him every day was suppressing his Strength.
