A rainy night, hot springs, cold drinks, and a good movie.
Jiang Han could feel that her relationship with Du Lingxuan had drawn noticeably closer; the distance between their hearts had narrowed by quite a bit.
"I like this movie. I like her."
Du Lingxuan gulped down coconut juice while lying sprawled in the hot spring in a bold starfish pose.
"Good movie."
Jiang Han pulled a dry towel from her tail and wiped her eyes.
They had been watching a film called 8802. Its protagonist was an exceptionally gifted witch who came to understand the true meaning of a witch's life through war after war, as well as love and peace—the witch version, anyway. Of course, awkwardly enough, the real-life inspiration for the protagonist had once said, "There wasn't any of that messy nonsense in my war journey."
Only for the director to furiously snap back afterward:
"What the hell do you know!"
...It seemed jokes like that happened every year.
Jiang Han leaned back and glanced at the Cat Lamp Nest overhead before suggesting:
"Why don't we dry off and go up to sit for a while?"
Du Lingxuan let out a breath and nodded.
"Sure. Today's bath time has already greatly exceeded the average. Sigh, Hanbao, your home really makes people fall into decadence."
"..."
In the drying room, they dried the moisture from their bodies, then comfortably fed their long hair into the dryer, letting it rumble as it blew it dry. Witch hair was tough enough not to fear that sort of treatment.
Though smaller witches would get bounced all over the place by the force of the dryer.
"Damn, you look like you've been stu—like you ate a hundred popping candies."
Watching Jiang Han bounce wildly around beside her, Du Lingxuan instinctively mocked her.