Yan Xinxin had only ever helped two people take a bath in her life—one was her son, and the other was little Chenxi.
But both of them were children, while Mo Chuxi was a grown man!
"I don't want to!"
Yan Xinxin firmly refused, turning her blushing face away from Mo Chuxi.
However, someone wasn't willing to let that slide. He pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Don't want to? Are you sure?"
"..."
Facing his predatory gaze, Yan Xinxin lost the courage to push back.
Her bright, clear eyes were filled with rejection as she glared at him, but in the end, she bit her lip and complied obediently.
Mo Chuxi leaned comfortably against the edge of the bathtub, the white foam obscuring his lower body.
Yan Xinxin knelt beside the tub, her hands gently massaging his temples.
Underneath the softly diffused light, his face appeared even more striking. Her pale cheeks had already turned crimson.
