Take a bath
Catherine's violet eyes looked straight at Shen Wuxiao.
"What, not allowed?" Shen Wuxiao blinked.
Catherine smiled and gently brushed back her hair. "Sure. Even a French kiss would be fine."
"But we need to wait. I want to see the ending that belongs to me. If I don't die, I'll save my first kiss for when you conquer me!"
"If I'm going to die, then before I do, I can go wild for once and kiss you, the notorious Young Master Shen, to my heart's content!"
Shen Wuxiao was truly moved.
In truth, Catherine was even more captivating when she was a little gone mad.
They exchanged a glance and both laughed.
The conversation continued.
Time quietly slipped away.
Their exchange was not some grave discussion.
It was simply an ordinary conversation.
Catherine liked good food and beautiful scenery, so they talked about those things.
And Shen Wuxiao gradually realized that as long as it had nothing to do with power struggles or killing.
Her temperament would cool down like a thermometer.
Until it quietly returned to its original gentle state.
She would blush and pout in reproach over little bits of teasing.
Just like when they had been tied together, nervous and shy.
They talked for a long time, but the so-called Smythe never appeared.
So they remained locked up.
When they had been captured, it had already been close to midnight.
Now, it was already past one in the morning.
It was time to sleep as well.
There was only one bed now, and neither of them knew how they were supposed to rest.
Shen Wuxiao was not the slightest bit polite, as though he had truly treated this place as his own home.
"Catherine, do you want to take a bath? Or should I