Wen Xiao'ai sat in the bathtub, feeling sore in her waist and legs, unable to find a comfortable position.
"Jun Moyan, I can't sit still." She looked at Jun Moyan with a pitiful expression.
"Is your body uncomfortable?"
"Yes."
"Would it be better if you leaned your hands on the tub?"
"No, Jun Moyan, come in and hold me while I sit."
Jun Moyan tightened his grip on the towel: "How do we bathe like this?"
"Just bathe like this, come in and sit behind me, hold me, and I'll lean on you."
"..."
"My waist and legs are so sore, I can't sit." Wen Xiao'ai said as she tried to stand up from the bathtub.
She was genuinely uncomfortable, so sore in her waist she couldn't sit up straight.
"Don't move around, I'm coming in." Jun Moyan hurriedly stopped her, then removed his shoes and joined her in the bathtub, sitting behind Wen Xiao'ai.
He wrapped his arms around Wen Xiao'ai's waist and abdomen, gently pulling her into his embrace, letting her sit on his lap.
