Lin Fu's revenge succeeded, and her dizzy brain finally calmed down a bit, only then did she realize that she had daringly pulled Mr. Major General into the bathtub.
Damn it!
She even admired her own audacity.
"Have you come to your senses?"
Lin Fu met the man's gaze, which was dangerously close, and nodded guiltily, but their bodies were pressed together, leaving no room to escape.
Being this close, she could feel that unusual sensation—warm, firm, tingling with fine currents...
Lin Fu's cheeks flushed, her legs turned weak, and her body felt powerless.
Seeing her dizzy and nearly drowning herself, the man, who had been tensing his body, had no choice but to hold her in his arms, supporting her with one hand to prevent his little wife from actually drowning herself.
"Fu Xing," Lin Fu leaned into his embrace, tilting her chin up and cooing softly.
Fu Xing didn't respond to her.
