Song Qingshu was startled too, and half his drunkenness instantly vanished. A string of bubbles rose to the surface, followed by frantic splashing.
It turned out that when Song Qingshu had touched Shen Biqun just now, she had cried out in instinctive fright. But they were in the water; the moment she opened her mouth, she swallowed even more water and began choking terribly.
She struggled to stand, but the more flustered she became, the more mistakes she made. Her feet slipped against the bottom of the tub several times, and after struggling for ages, she still could not get up. She was on the verge of becoming the first beauty to drown in a bathtub.
Song Qingshu finally came to his senses and hurriedly reached out to help her up. "Are you all right?"
"I-I'm fine." Having finally breathed fresh air, Shen Biqun's chest rose and fell without pause. She had never imagined that air could taste so sweet.
But this made things difficult for Song Qingshu. Faced with that expanse of snowy white, he even began to worry that he might get a nosebleed.
Noticing his strange gaze, Shen Biqun looked down and nearly fainted on the spot. She hurriedly covered her chest with both hands and shrank beneath the water, leaving only her lovely face, flushed with shame and indignation, exposed. "Y-you, close your eyes already!"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "It's not like this is the first time I've seen it. Why are you so worked up, Biqun?" Though he said so, he still gentlemanly closed his eyes.
"I..." Shen Biqun was momentarily speechless. Thinking about how she had indeed undressed before him before, and how they had shared a bed more than once—though nothing had actually happened—she really did not need to react so strongly.
But