In the bathtub [2]

"Tian'er!" Yao Jing shrieked, flailing for balance, though her indignation was met with a burst of deep laughter from Zhao Tian.

"Hahahaha... who's indecent now, Master?" he teased as he leaned back, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her sputtering and struggling to regain composure.

"You-! I can't believe you just-" Yao Jing paused, her wet hair plastered to her face, her green eyes narrowing dangerously.

"You're dead, Tian'er."

Smiling, he replied "Dead? I'd like to see you try."

Yao Jing's lips curled into a sly smile as she lunged forward, her hands aiming for his shoulders to shove him under the water. "You think you can humiliate me and get away with it?" 

But Zhao Tian was faster and grabbing her wrists, he twisted slightly, effortlessly pulling her into his lap.

*splash* Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as she let out a startled yelp.

"Haa..."