It's understandable as anyone would be angry after being shoved into a hot spring while half-asleep.
However, seeing Yue Mingxuan with his head nearly buried in the dirt, Shang Qinghua immense anger gradually subsided.
"Come, wash my back." Shang Qinghua sank into the hot spring, his voice calm but commanding.
Yue Mingxuan quickly jumped into the hot spring and hurried behind him. But as soon as he got there, he realized a huge problem.
He didn't have a towel to wash his back.
What could he do now? Standing behind him, Yue Mingxuan's face twisted into a grimace.
Without a towel, was he supposed to use his hands?
"Hmm?" Shang Qinghua noticed he hadn't moved and his displeasure was audible in a low hum.
Yue Mingxuan immediately placed his hands on his back.
Sitting in the hot spring, Shang Qinghua felt something soft and cool pressed against his back.
The gentle and wet touch was as smooth and fitting as a piece of fine jade.
