After the tenderness in the water, Yin Weiyin was completely limp, her face tinged with peach pink, almost collapsing into the bathtub.
Chen Yi's hand encircled her waist. She merely trembled lightly and did not struggle, her whole body seemingly ready to melt into Chen Yi's embrace.
Casually, Chen Yi brought up matters of home:
"The little fox has always been afraid of me, and because of this, she's terrified of childbirth. Honestly, I didn't intend to raise children so soon either—only because I didn't want her to have any thoughts of avoiding it."
Yin Weiyin listened. Steam rose from the bathtub, ushering a deeper flush across her face. Shrinking back, she maintained her resistance even now.
This time, Chen Yi had taken three days' worth of her Taoist cultivation.
