"You, you're really not a water ghost?"
Lianmi cautiously glanced at the young man in front of her who was holding his forehead, kneeling by the edge of the bed, slowly and carefully wiping the water stains off his face with a towel.
She seemed accustomed to serving others, her movements skilled and gentle… though perhaps a bit overly gentle.
It felt as if she was handling a piece of thin rice paper, afraid of tearing it with the slightest mishap.
Yet opposite her was clearly a grown man, creating a strong sense of discord.
The bed's mattress was completely soaked, and a long water trail extended wetly from the doorway to the bed.
The young man sitting on the bed was pale, holding his forehead, and seemingly a bit dizzy.
Seeing this, Lianmi felt even more guilty, assuming it was the result of her dropping a washboard on him earlier…
But in fact, the main reason was that Chen Kuang was still not quite accustomed to this new body.
