Su An'an was almost bewitched by Fei Zhao. It took all her self-control to lift a hand and point toward the bathroom door.
"If you're going to be so obedient, then hurry up and get out. I need to take a shower."
Her pink fox ears twitched slightly. She'd see if this clingy pest would try to pull something.
"As you command, Female Master!"
Fei Zhao's gaze lingered on her collarbone for half a second before he reluctantly looked away.
His nine tails swayed behind him in a regretful arc, as if mourning the ultimate back-scrubbing technique he was unable to perform.
The bathroom door shut, blocking out the hot, humid steam. Su An'an leaned against the bathtub and let out a soft sigh of relief.
As the warm water from the showerhead washed over her shoulders, she suddenly remembered something important.
"Little Pink, what's the situation with the Black Bull Tribe? Is Qiuqiu okay?"
