Seeing him nod happily, Zoya pursed her little lips.
This guy—if he wanted someone to help him bathe, why couldn't he just say so?
If she hadn't just noticed Tata sneakily changing into a strange outfit and slipping off to the bathroom, how would she have known that bathing was something one needed help with?
The eager look on his face only made Zoya's anger flare.
If she hadn't followed him over, that stupid cat might already be splashing around in the bathtub by now.
And... I haven't even seen it...
Unable to resist, she rose onto her tiptoes and curiously peeked toward the mist-shrouded bathtub.
"Why are you standing on tiptoe? Just come a little closer." He Xi's voice drifted leisurely out of the steam, carrying a trace of laughter.
"...Who wants to look!" Zoya's cheeks heated up. She hurriedly lowered her heels and turned her head away.
Seeing her puffed-up little expression, He Xi knew she was still jealous about what had happened earlier.
And after spending this time together, he had completely figured Zoya out.
The little elf might sometimes take the initiative, but that initiative was entirely in her own hands.
In other words, he could only make a move within the bounds she allowed. The slightest misbehavior, and he would be punished immediately.
At first, He Xi hadn't realized it, lured in by those little sweet rewards.
But after several times of things coming to an abrupt halt, he had begun to feel that something was off.
So... you've been playing "edging" with me?
He Xi decided to correct the improper tricks she had picked up from who-knew-where.
He turned around. "All right."
Only then did Zoya step forward. She picked up the soft linen cloth hanging nearby, dipped it in water, and gently pressed