Baili An didn't use petals for Shu Ci, but instead tossed a lot of ginger slices into the hot water to ward off the cold.
Shu Ci wasn't particularly fond of the earthy scent of ginger, but still endured the discomfort, leaning on the edge of the tub, gazing eagerly at Baili An.
"My paws are frozen stiff, soaking in hot water hurts, little corpse demon, could you rub them for me?"
Baili An sat by the edge of the tub and extended a palm to Shu Ci, saying indifferently, "Reach out your paw."
Shu Ci's eyes shifted.
The originally eight-tenths full tub overflowed with hot water, wetting the floor.
A soft, lily-white hand gently rested on Baili An's palm.
The hand, without its pads, was still soft.
The moist, soft hand lightly brushed against Baili An's hand.
Without knowing when, Shu Ci had returned to that enchanting, mature form.
Her brows were as if dyed with ink, lips like red vermilion, and her alluring face slowly emerged from the water.
