HSR - Jing Yuan
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He raised his eyebrows, his gaze caught by the sight of your soaked attire. "Oh dear..." he murmured, realizing that Mimi must be the culprit.
He quickly grabbed a towel and draped it over your shoulders. "Don't catch a cold now," he chuckled, fighting back a laugh as he watched the scene unfold before him.
After he had asked you to bathe her the other day, you happily agreed believing she’d be calm and composed — however, that was clearly not the case.