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Nenni lowered her head, not daring to meet Wang Pu’s intense, burning gaze. With a shy voice, she murmured, "My lady sent me to scrub the general's back."

Nenni’s voice was clear and crisp, feeling as though a soft feather were lightly tickling the inside of Wang Pu’s heart, sending a sweet, tingling sensation through him. Almost instinctively, a popular phrase crossed his mind: There are three wonderful things about little maidens—a sweet voice, a supple body, and how easy they are to sweep off their feet.

Nothing could describe Nenni more perfectly. Not only was her voice clear, but her delicate figure also looked as soft and boneless as could be. As for being easily swept off her feet, that fit even better. Nenni was right at the age of blossoming youth, and she easily regarded Wang Pu as the prince charming of her dreams.

Sweeping Nenni off her feet would be an effortless task for Wang Pu.

"Nenni, you'll catch a cold wearing so little." Wang Pu originally intended to tell her to go back and put on more clothes before returning, but the words warped unexpectedly on his tongue. "Why don't you step into the bathing barrel as well?"

"Yes."

Nenni replied with a bashful, timid hum and obediently walked around to the side of the wooden tub.

Wang Pu’s bathing barrel was exceptionally large, shaped much like a boat—high at both ends and lower in the middle. When bathing, Wang Pu could comfortably lean back inside, resting the back of his head right against a specially carved groove along the rim, much like a modern bathtub, both comfortable and cozy.

After all, Nenni was still an inexperienced young girl, and this was the first time she had ever