Xiao Tong, Why Do You Have a Nosebleed?!

"Xiao Tong, are you okay? What nonsense are you talking about? Why is your face so red? Ah! You have a nosebleed..."

The crystal chandelier poured down a warm golden glow, bathing the Baroque-style living room in soft radiance.

On the exquisitely patterned vintage carpet, two women wrapped in silk bathrobes reclined against a dark brown sofa.

The woman on the left wore an off-white bathrobe embroidered with orchids. Her wet hair was casually pinned up, droplets of water still hanging from the tips, and she held a gilded teacup in her hands.

The woman on the right was wrapped in a smoky-purple bathrobe, half-curled up with her slender ankles exposed beneath the hem. Her toes were curled tightly and restlessly, as if she were flustered.

A few loose strands of hair clung to her cheeks, and her fair skin was flushed pink from the bath. The only unsightly thing was the two wads of tissue stuffed into her nostrils.

The air was filled with the dampness and fragrance left behind by the bath.

"Xiao Tong, your body is way too weak. You're not even as tough as I am. Look, I soaked for so long and didn't get dizzy or have a nosebleed. Have some water."

Lu Yao handed the gilded teacup in her hand to Bai Ye.

Bai Ye took a tactical sip of water, his mind racing.

Just now, he had used getting dizzy from the bath as an excuse to fool this unnamed woman.

But what now? What was he supposed to do next?

His thoughts were a mess right now, mainly because he had suffered two consecutive shocks just moments ago—one from An Xiaotong, and one from the woman in front of him.

Under those two mental attacks, even a god of the New Era