I yelled to the outside, "I have not dried up yet!"
"Master doesn't want to serve you anymore!" The moisturizer laughed from outside.
"Damn it..."
Standing there for a while, I felt cold and began to be at a loss.
Qinguo said outside, "You were so shameless just now when you lost two or three rounds! Get in and get her out. Her body can't stand a cold now."
With a "hmph", he pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw that I was a little cold, he opened the shower head and sprayed me hot all over the body. Then he found a towel to dry me dry.
I braced myself and said in a voice as loud as a dying mosquito, "The ground below... hasn't been washed yet. Should I go out like this?"
In the white mist, the moisture stone looked down at me, speechless. We looked at each other and held
