Steam incessantly rose from the wooden barrel that was taller than a person, enveloping Ye Lingyue in a mist that turned her face red.
"Men and women should not touch hands." Ye Lingyue snapped irritably.
"I have never regarded you as a woman," Wu Zhong replied unhurriedly, not sparing Ye Lingyue any face.
Ye Lingyue felt an impulse to bash her head and fiercely punch this man.
Wu Zhong showed no intention of leaving the secret chamber; with a flick of his hand, the ice box landed beside Ye Lingyue.
"You have only one day and one night. If I were you, I would not hesitate so long," Wu Zhong continued annoyingly, picking up the nearby tea and leisurely took a sip.
Although he was drinking tea, his gaze was fixed tightly on Ye Lingyue, and even without turning her head, she could feel the heat in his gaze.
Grinding her teeth, she picked up the ice box, and without taking off her clothes, she sat directly in the barrel.
