"Cough, cough, cough!"
She struggled to sit up from the bottom of the pool, but the smooth walls left her looking rather helpless. Still, she was a Witcher and had Blink at her disposal, so she naturally would not drown in a hot spring pool.
In a flash of white light, she appeared outside the pool, clutching her towel and coughing continuously.
"Looks like you're very happy to see me?" Su Ming rummaged through his belt pouch and took out a bottle of Wilson's cough syrup. "Don't get worked up. Want some of this?"
The annoyed girl pushed the bottle away and brushed aside the white hair stuck to her face. Her scarred little face scrunched up.
"Worked up my ass. I may be a Witcher, but I'm still a woman. How could you just barge into my bathroom?"
She was not surprised in the slightest. She had nearly been scared to death. After all, no one wanted to open their eyes during their most relaxed moment and see Deathstroke standing in front of them like a ghost.
"Relax. There's nothing much to look at anyway. You were wrapped in a bath towel, weren't you? If you'd really been naked, I wouldn't have come in." Su Ming turned and headed for the door, calm as though nothing had happened. "Too much time in a hot spring will give even a Witcher a nosebleed. Come out. I need to talk to you."
With that, he walked out and casually shut the door behind him. Outside was the suite Ciri had booked, a traditional room with soft tatami mats covering the floor.
"Hmph! No peeking!" Ciri said, though she did not actually mind much. She quickly dried herself, pulled clothes from the basket, and got dressed. Then she asked through the door,