The Letter (3)

The blush receded quickly, and Ruezhen's program seemed to resume responding as it continued to move, letting go of the slender ankle. The steam in the bath curled up, the blurred light in the air was reflected on translucent agate stone.

Ruezhen straightened up, went to the table where the items were placed, and brought the bottle of rose essential oil. He brought it with him, along with a small white bath towel. Chu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, watching a cold blue light flashing in the robot's electronic eyes.

Under his curious gaze, Ruezhen hesitantly held the towel in one hand before he knelt and put the bath towel over his hips and legs, covering the entire scenery. Chu Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly gave a low laugh, resting his head on his arm, speaking hoarsely. "How stupid."