"Haish…" Jia drew out a long, dragged breath as warm water from the shower drizzled down her face and shoulders.
She stared at the ceiling lost in her thoughts - when a pair of arms snaked around her waist and pulled her back.
"I am here now," a husky, deep voice fluttered past the tip of her ear. "You don't have to miss me so much."
She blinked and turned towards him. "What did I miss you?"
"Right now? When you were staring at the ceiling so longingly thinking - 'Ah, where is Mingshen? I miss him so much. I wish he would just pin me to the wall and hungrily devour my lips and body~' Don't worry, Spicy. I am here now~"
She smiled. "I wasn't thinking about you or your dirty thoughts."
"Liar," he snorted.
"I was thinking about the muscular stuntman from before."
Silence.
"I would say I was quite impressed with his muscles."
"Hmmmm…? Are you saying you want to be held and pinned by that man instead?" an edge of danger simmered somewhere from his throat.
