Fang Chixia was dipping in the ladies hot spring, not the public one, where friends may come in and out at any time.

Luo Yibei didn’t care. He walked directly in, fished her up, and took her out, all without too much effort.

Fang Chixia lay stiffly nestled in his arms. Her face paled in a flash from stupefaction.

What's up with him?

"Luo Yibei, let me down, I can walk by myself!" She wriggled away from him in embarrassment.

Luo Yibei ignored her. He wrapped the bath towel around her impervious, kicked the door open and took her directly to the upstairs lounge.

Today, there were many friends who came to the mountain, and a lot have encountered Luo Yibei. But at this time, everyone was downstairs.

The lounge was quiet and empty.

“What are you doing here?” Fang Chixia frowned, baffled by his presence.

"Can't I come?" Luo Yibei gave her a narrow glance, and retorted wryly.

Fang Chixia was stumped, but then she wasn't in the mood to argue.

Luo Yibei took her into a room and threw her onto the sofa savagely. Fang Chixia scrambled to get up, but was pressed back again.

She tried again and was met with the same result.

After several tries, she got annoyed, "What do you want?"

“Sit with me!” Luo Yibei stood high beside her, blocking her escape.

Fang Chixia was fished out and wrapped only in a bath towel. She's almost naked with hair sticking on her body, and dripping wet.

Talking with him in this getup was unnerving.

She calmed her breath down and lifted her face, replying with a touch of disdain, "Why? Is this how Bei Shaoye talk with people, blocking them in the room?"

"Depends on who the person is." Luo Yibei fended glibly. He positioned her in front of him and lifted a corner of the towel to dry her long tresses.

He did so naturally without restraints. With half the towel covering her, he piled the half on top of her head and rubbed gently, causing Fang Chixia's head to wobble in time with his movements. This picture evoked a master drying his pet puppy or kitty who just came out of the shower.

“I don’t need your help. I can do it myself.” Restraining his hand, she reached for the bath towel, but Luo Yibei refused.

Fang Chixia let go helplessly.

Luo Yibei rubbed her head at random. After a while, he ran his fingers through her hair and feeling that it was almost dry, he released her head.

Now that he was done, Fang Chixia stood up and wanted to leave, but was dragged back by him again.

“Luo Yibei, why don’t you let me wear some clothes first!” Fang Chixia was pissed at his behavior and yelled over her head.

Luo Yibei flinched. He glanced down at her bathing suit and his eyes narrowed.

Fang Chixia was wearing a bathing suit, which she has changed into before soaking in the pool, she'd be overly exposed otherwise. It displayed her seductive curves and outlined her beautiful figure to the fullest.

Luo Yibei rarely saw her wearing something of this nature. Even when they were in the pool or hot spring in the past, she has always wrapped herself tightly.

In truth, he really didn't mind talking to her dressed this way…