"I'm not being unreasonable!" He said, already pulling her up and heading to the master bedroom upstairs, "You don't need to eat; I'll make sure you're well-fed."
"Yao, what are you going to do?" She felt a burning sensation at her wrist, which made her body involuntarily tremble.
"You'll know what I want to do once we're back in the room." He said softly, his glance filled with a hint of ambiguity, stopping to tuck the strands of hair that fell on her chest behind her ear, "You smell like cooking smoke, let me prepare a bath for you."
Upon hearing this, she declined, "I can do it myself." If he tangled with her to bathe together, it would undoubtedly lead from the bathroom to the bed, and he certainly wouldn't let her off the hook.
"You've been tired all afternoon; it's nothing for me to assist you with a bath." He held her waist as they walked, the pressure felt both pampering and domineering.
