Splash~
The Tower Ship's bathroom was where Ling'er bathed and changed. It was not particularly spacious, furnished with a nanmu bathing tub, a folding screen, a clothes rack, and other items.
With no maids aboard to attend them, Xie Jinhuan naturally became the bathhouse attendant. He first used water magic to prepare a tub of warm water, remembering to scatter Ling'er's flower petals inside, then reclined in it and looked at the two beside him.
Nangong Ye wore the Black-and-White Daoist Robe and stood straight-backed beside the folding screen, still holding his Worn Sword. Watching Patriarch Jinhuan in the bathing tub, he rather resembled an icy female sect leader forced to surrender himself. He wanted to help suppress the demonic nature, but could hardly make the first move.
Linghu Qingmo wore the same kind of Daoist robe. His face was flushed and his eyes darted about. Since his master remained immovable as a mountain, he could hardly throw himself forward either, and merely asked, "You really can't control it? Would meditation work?"
Blood vessels had appeared in Xie Jinhuan's eyes, but he still did his best to maintain a gentleman's bearing:
"I can suppress it now, but the more I suppress it, the stronger the distracting thoughts become. If we keep hemming and hawing, I might lose control in a bit, and things could get rather loud..." Linghu Qingmo blinked. "Like when you bullied the Empress Dowager just now?"
"Possibly worse. Just now was still fairly mild..."
Nangong Ye's gaze shifted slightly. He felt that dragging this out was simply letting the damned brat build up strength. Compared with taking an entire pounding once his energy bar was full, gradual, steady suppression would clearly be easier to endure.
With that in mind, Nangong Ye hesitated a moment before undoing his