Feng Yueming did not trouble her any further, "Is the bath ready?"
Mi Yao leaned against his chest with her hand, like a pitiful little rabbit being squeezed, "Yes."
Feng Yueming bent down and lifted her horizontally.
Entering the bathroom, Mi Yao was put down. She tried to escape, but the man behind her reached out with his large palm, grasping her shoulders and pushing her forward.
Right in front of her was the bathtub, and Mi Yao was pushed directly into the water.
Water splashed everywhere, and she swallowed a mouthful of water, touched the water droplets on her face with her small hand, and glared at the malicious man in front of her. He was indeed taking as much pleasure in tormenting her as those maids did.
Feng Yueming raised his eyebrows slightly, in a great mood. He didn't take off his clothes and directly stepped into the bathtub with his long legs.