Instinctively used her arm to shield her chest.
"I'm going outside to prepare the tea."
The High Priest's expression was natural as her body turned sideways, about to go up...
But the palm she had just avoided had already powerfully gripped her waist, pressing her against the pool wall in a compelling way.
The sound of water splashed.
Shen Zhiyue's body leaned against the High Priest's, her hand slid slowly upward from her waist...
"How many years has it been, and it wasn't the first time we bathed together, Ah Yi being so distant, are you still upset about my suggestion a few days ago?"
The High Priest was taken aback, "No, it's already past, it's just... I've grown up now, and you're esteemed as the First Spirit... this closeness, isn't right..."
As she spoke, she tried to go up, but suddenly felt Shen Zhiyue's hand...
The High Priest's face changed, her will just about to move, but she realized she couldn't move anything, her body... was so weak.
"Sister..."
