Dry Bath

The old man was pleased. He liked kids who were polite. The old man ushered the two into the room and even pulled back the blanket for them. Mo Li thanked him further. The old man laughed. "There's no need to thank me. You should hurry up and rest. I'll be in the house next door. If you need me, just come find me. Treat this place as your own house!"

Click! The front door closed as the old man went out. Mo Li and Quan Yu were left in the room. They looked at each other, one with interest, the other with helplessness.

After some time, Quan Yu burst out laughing, "Hmm, does this count as our wedding night?" He approached Mo Li. The rain evaporated from the heater in the room. Mo Li's cheeks blushed as the vapors with Quan Yu's scent hit her.

Everything in the room was red, including Mo Li's face.

"Erm, first, the old grandpa has done all these for his son so we mustn't ruin it; second, we are not married so how can this be a wedding night?"