Ming Yao fell into the bathtub, her entire body soaked to the skin.
The position she fell into was right on top of the man's chest.
When she lifted her head, her fair and delicate face was already flushed red.
The temperature in the castle was just right, and she was wearing a thin white sweater that, once wet, clung to her body, perfectly outlining her slender figure.
Ming Yao braced herself with both hands on the man's firm and muscular chest, her long eyelashes trembling lightly.
"So, you father and son are ganging up against me now?"
"Mommy, I'm still on your side."
"Good, then let's team up against your daddy."
No sooner had Ming Yao spoken than the mother and son started madly pouring water over the man.
The bathroom was immediately filled with sounds of laughter.
All three of them got into high spirits.
After a while, Ming Yao, looking at an elated Xiao Yiyi, said, "It's getting late, your sister is already asleep, and you should rest too."
