I couldn’t wipe it properly anymore.
Wen Xian didn’t know how she was pulled over by him, nor how her bathrobe ended up outside the bathtub.
What she clearly felt was the bathtub’s warm, undulating water enveloping her entirely, along with him.
Scorching hot and unyieldingly hard, him.
After working continuously on marine animal rescue for several days, Wen Xian was becoming exhausted.
Fortunately, they rotated breaks, so today it was their team’s turn to rest.
Actually, if her body permitted, she would have continued with the rescue activities.
But for some reason, she felt unwell these past few days, experiencing a sense of heaviness in her abdomen and back pain. She suspected her period might be coming.
Her menstrual cycle was irregular to begin with.
Perhaps, it might also be due to being with Lu Xiao more frequently these last few days.
After all, since she had learned from the doctor that it was not easy for her to conceive, she had told Lu Xiao not to use protection. Children were hard to come by, but if one did come, they would keep it.
Although it might be early for her, whether or not one had children was a matter of luck, not something that one could have whenever they wished.
She knew very well that Lu Xiao might not say it out loud, but if she were pregnant with his child, how could he not be happy...!?
And she really wanted to have a baby with him because she truly wanted to see what kind of a father Lu Xiao, who was so wonderful, would be...
Wen Xian hadn’t seen Ruan Yiyi for a few days, perhaps because everyone’s time at sea varied, or perhaps because Lu Xiao had exposed what was on her mind. After being threatened by him, she had been avoiding Yiyi on her own.
But whatever the case, none of that mattered anymore.
Because the person she cared about was always just Lu Xiao. As for Ruan Yiyi, she hoped that she would just disappear like that.
With a rumble of thunder, the short-haired girl huddled under the bus shelter, tightening the black, oversized sweater she wore and hugging her arms around herself.
Li Zaijun was slightly startled to see her and Tong Le leave school only to be caught in a sudden downpour mere steps away.
She had just finished writing her thesis in the library and was rushing for the weekend break. She had intended to take the bus home, but it was so full that it didn’t even stop, splattering puddles instead.
Even getting a taxi was decided.
"My goodness, it’s really pouring. So cold," Tong Le gasped a cold breath, stamping her feet at the bus stop.
The temperature had plummeted to the teens in an instant.
Li Zaijun looked at the taxi app on her phone, seeing that there was still a queue of over a dozen people ahead of her, and she frowned slightly, feeling overwhelmed.
There was no choice. The rain was so heavy that they couldn’t go anywhere; they could only stand and wait for a car.
The rain poured down loudly, quickly forming streams on the asphalt road, rushing into the drains and manholes on either side of the street, splashing a misty white fog into the sky.
The fresh scent of rain on soil penetrated her nostrils.
At that moment, through the grey veil of rain, a car slowly approached.
Li Zaijun, who had been focused on her phone, didn’t notice until Tong Le quickly—