A Single Collision Might Mean Certain Death

In the bathroom.

Jiang Zhu's face was so red it looked ready to bleed, and even her movements trembled slightly.

At some point, Ye Qiu had changed the warm water into cold water.

Yet even that icy water could not extinguish the burning sensation on Jiang Zhu's face and body.

Ye Qiu raised a hand against the wall and lowered his head.

His eyes were closed.

Unknowingly, the cold water seemed to have grown much warmer.

Jiang Zhu bit her red lip, her pink eyes slightly reddened.

Her heart pounded fiercely, and her breathing was somewhat unsteady.

She held a towel and gently wiped Ye Qiu's back.

Her fingertips occasionally brushed against the skin on his back.

"Jiang Zhu, where do you want to go today?"

To ease the awkwardness, Ye Qiu asked softly.

"Ah? I-I haven't decided yet."

Jiang Zhu stiffened her neck. She had imagined this moment countless times, but now that it had truly come, her face and neck flushed red, her thoughts were a mess, and her words came out incoherently.

"All right. Tell me after morning training."

Ye Qiu nodded slightly and said nothing more.

"Mm."

Jiang Zhu nodded.

The bathroom was left with only the pattering sound of water.

Jiang Zhu diligently wiped every place she could reach.

A quarter of an hour later.

The soft hand moving across his back had withdrawn.

Ye Qiu slowly let out a long breath.

"Ye, Ye Qiu."

Splash!

After gritting her teeth in silence for a long while, Jiang Zhu suddenly wrapped her arms around Ye Qiu from behind.

Before Ye Qiu could completely relax.

A warm, soft, soaking-wet body pressed against his back.

Ye Qiu froze for a moment and glanced back.

Jiang Zhu rested her head against his back, her arms wrapped around his waist.