Zimei's drunkenness had sobered up quite a bit at this moment. She felt a little embarrassed and buried her face in the man's chest, "No..."
Ye Cheng filled the bathtub with water and then carried Zimei into it: "Shall we bathe together, hmm?"
Zimei had not even said no when she heard the sound of the man stepping into the bathtub. She nervously held onto the edge of the tub. The intensity of their earlier encounter had left her entire body sore, and she didn't want it to happen again.
While her mind was wandering, Ye Cheng had already sat down behind her, wrapping his arms around her smooth, fair skin.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything, I'll just hold you like this." Ye Cheng's thin lips grazed her sensitive earlobe as he spoke in a low voice.
Zimei's heart was pounding, and she mumbled an uneasy sound of agreement.
