Wen Wanzi braced herself against the wall, instinctively stepping back half a step.
Bao Yancheng, however, with a calm and silent face, rejected the suggestion for him to leave.
He could indulge Wen Wanzi unconditionally, but on these significant matters, he couldn't yield even half a step.
If possible, he didn't want Wen Wanzi to leave his sight for the entire evening.
Bao Yancheng rolled up his sleeves, reached out to test the water temperature, and spoke sternly: "This isn't the first time you've had a panic attack. Your stomach is already emptied out, do you want to faint from hypoglycemia and quietly drown yourself in the bathtub?"
Wen Wanzi pursed her lips. It seemed there was no room for negotiation in Bao Yancheng's attitude.
She clutched the bathrobe, still wanting to make a final struggle, but the dizziness and weakness won out.
Wen Wanzi cleared her throat, her face slightly flushed with a hint of color.
"Then turn around!"