"If you continue to consider me your brother, or sister, for that matter, I have ways to deal with you."
With that, he pressed forcefully against her delicate lips with his finger.
Leng Yu Yan was both angry and annoyed, and her palm, filled with Inner Strength, struck the water's surface forcefully, causing water to splash everywhere, drenching her face as well.
Meanwhile, someone had already teleported to one side, untouched by a single droplet.
Ye Yiheng chuckled and shook his head, picked up the clothes from the wooden stool and left the bathroom.
After changing his clothes in the bedroom, he suddenly heard two consecutive sneezes from the bathroom and quickly returned.
He saw her standing beside the bathtub, sopping wet, rubbing her nose with her fingertips.
"Achoo—"
She sneezed again.
"Caught a cold?"
Ye Yiheng's handsome brows furrowed tightly as he quickly stepped forward, shaking out a large cotton towel to drape over her.
