She hadn't had a proper bath in a while; with several people crammed into one room, it wasn't very convenient.
Dongfang Wanyu was waiting for her to finish washing so she could have a soak herself. After speaking with a smile, she returned to her seat by the window.
Dongfang Minghui wanted to climb out, but every time she tried to stand, her legs gave out and she plopped back down.
After two or three attempts, sweat had broken out on her forehead from the exertion.
All she could do was slump against the bathtub, panting nonstop.
"Seventh Sister-I'm going to die."
She felt like a fish about to be steamed dry. She had flopped about for ages without managing to swim back into the water, while she herself 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 and heavier.
"Ninth Sister, what's wrong?"
Dongfang Minghui licked the tip of her tongue, a wild red tinge staining the depths of her dark eyes.
She pressed Dongfang Wanyu's hand firmly against her scorching skin, trying to ease the burning heat within her that refused to subside.