The mist condensed behind the translucent screen. Shen Yanxiao leaned on the edge of the bathtub and looked at the familiar figure.
"Xiu." Shen Yanxiao blinked her eyes and looked at a certain great master who was only separated from her by a screen.
"Huh?" Xiu faintly responded. From the figure reflected on the screen, he was currently standing with his back facing the screen.
"Why did you come out?" Shen Yanxiao's two bare feet were flapping vigorously in the water. The face-changing mask on her face had been thrown aside. The white mist steamed her little face until it was bright red with pink hues.
Xiu did not immediately answer Shen Yanxiao's question. He was silent for a moment before saying, "You have improved very quickly these days."
"Really?" Shen Yanxiao, who rarely heard Xiu's praise, finally became spirited.
