"…Oh? Still looking?"
A feigned surprised voice echoed through the mist, followed by a playful splash of water.
Zhu Qing's back remained turned, but her shoulders quivered ever so slightly—she was holding back laughter.
"Disciple Su Xiaobai," she drawled, her tone tinged with mock authority, "you barged into a Peak Lord's bathhouse, with 'bad intentions', and 'assaulted' her… Tell me, what do you think your punishment should be?"
"…"
Su Xiaobai's face darkened. A trap. A fucking trap.
His fingers twitched. He knew this woman was going to mess with him, but this? This was next-level bullshit.
He took a slow breath, pushing back the urge to roll his eyes. "Elder, do I need to remind you that there's nothing I haven't already seen?"
Hiss—!
Zhu Qing stiffened.
Her head snapped up, brows rising in disbelief. "…What did you just say?"
For a brief moment, her mind blanked. When the hell did this little bastard see her body?!
Splash!
