"Beitang Yao! You beast! You bastard!" Xia Qingqian wrapped in a quilt, sat up straight, trembling with her voice as she cursed Beitang Yao.
Beitang Yao originally intended to dress and head into the bathroom for a quick rinse, but upon hearing Xia Qingqian call him a beast, the flame inside him that had just extinguished was instantly rekindled by her.
He abandoned the idea of putting on pants, placed his long leg on the bed, reached out to scoop her up tightly, carried her horizontally, and walked straight to the bathroom.
He held her with one hand, while the other opened the shower. He adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature, then placed her entirely into the tub. Surrounded by the hot water, Xia Qingqian felt all the soreness in her body instantly appeased, yet she remained vigilant, staring straight at Beitang Yao who wore only a white shirt, which was also soaked.
