Soaking in a comfortable hot spring, drinking green grape wine, with a silent, peerlessly beautiful girl keeping her company—this kind of life was truly pleasant and decadent.
Jiang Han took a satisfied sip of chilled green grape brew, then let out a contented breath.
In truth, this green grape-flavored drink would be even better if it were shochu.
"So warm."
Du Lingxuan gurgled as she flopped backward, the light buoyancy leaving her floating on the surface of the hot spring.
"Be more ladylike, Xuan Bao."
"No way."
Du Lingxuan was absolutely the careless sort in the Witch World, yet she was particular about certain things. Especially nail polish—she used alchemical herbs for coloring, so she often carried a pleasant medicinal or fruity scent.
That blue gradient nail polish that would not fade even in warm water was her handiwork.
Though—
Jiang Han did not really understand why a race that wore pantyhose every day needed nail polish.
But upon closer thought, there were pantyhose that exposed the wrists and hands. The kind Miss Liang Cuoyu wore was like that, though hers was also backless. Of course, for most formal occasions, witches still wore pantyhose with dresses. That was formal attire in the Witch World.
But no matter how she thought about it, Jiang Han felt she could not fathom a witch's mind.
So she gave Du Lingxuan's shoulder a fierce pat.
Splash!
Giant Cat Strength pressed Miss Xuan straight into the hot spring, and even the enormous Cat Lamp floating nearby curiously opened its eyes to see what had happened.
Oops, I forgot about my Giant Cat Strength.
Jiang Han blinked innocently.
Splash!
Coughing, Du Lingxuan struggled up from the water. Her fair little face had been flushed slightly red by the hot water, and her eyes were