"Did I, the Grand Commander, give you permission to leave?"
His deep, husky voice carried a faint intoxication, and his eyes revealed a mesmerizing allure.
Meng Qianqian froze for a moment—if she didn't leave, then where would she be sleeping tonight?
Lu Yuan stood up with a cold expression, hands clasped behind his back. "Someone, prepare water. I shall bathe."
"Yes, Grand Commander."
The maids outside answered promptly, their footsteps scurrying away.
Lu Yuan turned to Meng Qianqian. "You should go bathe as well."
"Huh?" Meng Qianqian looked at him in surprise. "Bathe... for what?"
Surely not what she was imagining?
Meng Qianqian strongly suspected he had drunk too much.
Lu Yuan frowned. "Are you not going yet? Or do you wish to share the bath with me?"
"Going, going! I'm going right away!"
Meng Qianqian hurriedly opened the wardrobe, grabbed a set of clothes, and dashed to the bathroom.