Song Qingshu pointed at her clothes. Because of the rain, several spots were soaked through and clung tightly to her body, revealing her graceful curves. "Wash up. It must be uncomfortable having them stick to you all damp and clammy."
Xiaolongnü looked down and frowned slightly, though hesitation still showed on her face.
Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "Don't worry. It's not like I'm asking you to bathe with me."
Xiaolongnü's face reddened faintly, and she finally gave a soft hum of agreement.
Song Qingshu's eyes shifted as he pulled over a maid and whispered something to her. The maid's face grew increasingly red, and in the end, she nodded like a pecking chick before running off.
"What did you say to her?" Even Xiaolongnü could not help growing curious.
"Nothing much," Song Qingshu replied mysteriously.
"Oh." Xiaolongnü had always been reserved by nature. Since he did not want to say, she did not press him further.
The room suddenly fell quiet. Xiaolongnü was accustomed to life in the ancient tomb, and she would not have found anything strange about going an entire day without speaking. As for Song Qingshu, simply watching her flawless profile from the side was already more than enough to satisfy him, so he naturally did not find the silence awkward.
Before long, the maids returned one after another. They expertly prepared the bath barrels, hot water, clothes, and the like, then quietly withdrew, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
Seeing the two bath barrels standing not far apart in the room, Xiaolongnü asked in surprise, "We... we're bathing like this?"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly and pulled a folding screen between the two bath barrels. "Wouldn't this do?"
"H-how can this be all right?" Xiaolongnü's voice was more flustered than ever before. "We are, after