Bathing

The master bedroom's bathroom was absurdly large. It even had a bathtub.

Four or five people could have fit in it with room to spare. Water rushed from the tap, steam rose, and a white mist soon coated the mirror.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Chen Qianqian staring blankly at the tub, Yang Cheng leaned gently against her back.

"You... wrap yourself in a bath towel first!"

Yang Cheng startled Qianqian out of her daze. Then, when Qianqian realized what was wrong, she got a second shock.

"Why? Aren't we taking a bath?"

Yang Cheng tilted her head, plainly confused.

"Turn around! Sit still!"

Qianqian had no answer for her, so she focused on the task at hand to distract herself.

Splash...

The water from the showerhead was just the right temperature. Butler had set it in advance, so neither of them needed to adjust it.

Even with a Magical Girl's precision, finding the exact setting for a comfortable water temperature was surprisingly challenging.

Thankfully, they didn't have to bother.

Qianqian sat behind Yang Cheng and gently smoothed her hair beneath the running water.

As for tangles... as if there would be any!

But when had Yang Cheng's hair grown longer than hers?

Qianqian remembered her own hair falling just past her shoulder blades, while Yang Cheng's now reached her waist.

And that was nothing compared with her transformed state. Love's hair could spill all the way to the floor; she even had to use Magic Power and her summons to hold it up a little.

Suddenly, water splashed across Qianqian's face.

It was Yang Cheng.

Qianqian had drifted off again, so Yang Cheng shook her head, flinging droplets onto Qianqian and mussing her own hair in the process.

"You've had too much to drink, Qianqian."

"...You're the one who's had too