'It's just a man's body.'
'It's not like I haven't seen one before. What's there to be afraid of looking at?'
Jiang Yunnuan took a deep breath, steeling herself. A moment later, she opened her eyes and turned to look at him.
He was already half-reclined in the bathtub, his arms resting casually on the sides.
The clear Spirit Water covered his chest, faintly refracting a tempting view that made one unable to resist a peek.
"Come here."
Noticing her gaze, he lifted his eyelids to look at her, his chilly voice carrying an unchallengeable authority.
Jiang Yunnuan walked over, bent her knees, and sat on the edge of the tub. She reached out, scooped up some water, and gently sprinkled it over his chest and shoulders.
"How is it? Is this water having any effect on your injuries?"
'If not, I'll have to keep trying other methods. Everything has its weakness. This is just the residual power of the Destructive Divine Thunder; there must be a way to deal with it.'
