"Bath time, bath time, bath-a-bath-a-bath time... I'm just an ugly duckling..."
She sang haphazardly, yipping and yapping with great excitement.
Ai Lun was quite tall and usually played the manly role among the girls. However, when Iron Hand held her in his embrace, her height always made her recognize her feminine side, finding that she, too, could rely on someone like a delicate bird, could act coquettishly, and could let him shelter her from the wind and rain without always having to be the one charging ahead.
"Ah Yi, are you happy?"
"Mhm."
"Ah Yi, are you pleased?"
"Mhm."
"Hehe, Ah Yi, I am too..."
Ai Lun called out happily, time and again, letting him seat her on the bathroom vanity. She watched him slightly bend down to test the water temperature, watched him use his coarse hands to add her favorite essential oils to the bathtub, watched him cater to her haughty demeanor by sprinkling fresh petals in the water...
His hands were made for holding guns.
