None of them had been able to bathe properly; with several people sharing a room, it wasn't exactly convenient.
Dongfang Wanyu was waiting for her to finish washing so she could have a soak herself. After speaking with a smile, she went back to sit by the window.
Dongfang Minghui wanted to climb out, but every time she tried to stand, her legs gave out and she fell back down with a splash.
After two or three attempts, sweat had broken out across her forehead.
All she could do was slump against the side of the bathtub, panting nonstop.
"Seventh Sister—I'm going to die."
She felt like a fish about to be steamed dry, flapping about for ages without managing to get back into the water—except she couldn't make it back to shore.
Dongfang Wanyu listened quietly for a while before realizing something was wrong. The panting inside was growing heavier.
"Ninth Sister, what's wrong?"
Dongfang Minghui licked the tip of her tongue, and a wild red tinge crept into the depths of her dark eyes.
She pressed Dongfang Wanyu's hand firmly against her scorching skin, trying to ease the unbearable heat within her.