Diers lifted his head, his purple eyes filled with grievance, devoid of their usual calm, alluring charm, and murderous intent, only fear could be seen, like a child's, "Don't scold me, I'll wash up quick, don't hit me."
"Don't hit me?"
Xu Siyu was slightly taken aback, staring blankly at Diers in the steam-filled hot water bath, "..."
What the hell had this man been through?
Isn't he the young master of the Hilbert family?
Hasn't he always been superior, with everyone kneeling before him?
What on earth had he been through to end up like this?
Xu Siyu turned her head, tightening the grip on the hand she had been holding onto Diers, "Stop washing."
Diers stubbornly replied, "No, I feel dirty, I must clean myself."
Xu Siyu firmly shut off the showerhead, and without the water, Diers just crouched in pain on the floor.
He looked like an innocent child.