Bo Yeyuan moved closer and checked the water temperature—it had grown a bit cool, so he pressed the faucet to add more water.
Li Qiyu watched his tense face, his gaze fixed on the bathtub without looking at her, which left her feeling even more at a loss.
"What's going on? Can't you tell me?"
"Business matters," Bo Yeyuan said as he lifted her arm and began to skillfully rub bubbles onto her with a bubble net. "Rest your foot on the end of the bathtub, don't touch the water!"
The soles of Li Qiyu's feet had rubbed raw, so he lifted her foot out of the water, carefully dried it, and fearing that her feet might get cold outside the bathtub, he draped a towel over them…
…
When she was sprayed with perfume and laid back on the bed, she looked as pale as a baby, while Bo Yeyuan ended up with his sleeves and shirtfront splashed with water.
Li Qiyu grasped his large hand, intertwining their fingers so he would not leave, her soft fingertips gently tracing the lines on his palm.
