2: Underneath A Thousand Skies

239 This Psychopathic Demon Is Psychic (61)

The two of them were both sticky from the ice cream with some of it even staining their clothes, so they decided to take a bath.

Xu Jinhai offered his services to wash her since he was at fault, but Song Jia closed the bathroom door on his face before he could finish his sentence.

When Song Jia came out, she was drying her hair with a towel. Although she could use magic to dry it with a flick of her fingers, Song Jia preferred not to rely on magic to do basic things.

Xu Jinhai immediately came forward, already reaching out for the towel.

"Jia, let me dry it for you."

Song Jia grabbed the other end of the towel and flicked it towards his body like a whip, not using any force so that it wouldn't hurt him.

"Go and take a bath first!"

His face and clothes were still covered with ice cream, why was he sticking to a newly bathed person like her for?

Xu Jinhai bulged his cheeks a bit. This was being disdained by his wife?

Ever since he decided he had been 'coaxed' by her and no longer pretended to be aggrieved, his Jia went back to being domineering.

Well, he also loved this side of her. Since he was being disdained for being dirty, Xu Jinhai could only give her a sweet flying kiss.

He then hurried into the bathroom without expecting a reply. Song Jia's lips twitched as she watched him running away. He even knew stuff like blowing her a kiss. She could see that he was embarrassed, but he seemed to like doing lovey-dovey things like this.

After the two of them had taken a bath and changed into new clothes, Song Jia looked at Xu Jinhai. He was sensitive to her gaze and looked back at her.

Xu Jinhai quickly guessed, "Jia has something to say to me?"

Song Jia slowly nodded.

She had already decided to tell him about his identity.

She couldn't tell him about his multiple incarnations yet, but she could tell him about his identity as Xu Jinhai in the real world.

Xu Jinhai reached out to take her towel again. "Well, let's sit down on the bed first. I'll dry your hair."

Song Jia pointed out, "Your hair isn't dry too."

"Then let's dry each other's hair while talking."

Xu Jinhai eagerly took her towel and began rubbing her hair with enthusiasm.

After a beat, Song Jia also raised her arms and used his towel to dry his black hair. But Xu Jinhai was too tall, and she couldn't reach his head properly.

Xu Jinhai smoothly lifted Song Jia and placed her on his lap. "This way, it won't be too hard for you."

Song Jia was feeling a bit embarrassed about this intimate position. She retracted her hands.

"Forget it, let's just dry our hair on our own."

Xu Jinhai looked down at her. She had left his towel hanging on the top of his head, and his slightly wet hair hung above his glacier-blue eyes. His eyelashes were long and thick, forming shadows on his cheeks as it came down to a half-mast.