What ‘easing of joints’ and ‘relaxing of muscles’ in a hot spring? That had all been bull. After soaking in it, not only were Fu Shen’s legs not any better, but his waist was about to be ruined, too. Drained, he hid far away from the other side of the pool, pointing at the fully-content main culprit. “Don’t come over. Stay away from me.”

“I’ll help you massage your waist? I won’t do anything else,” Yan Xiaohan replied, sincerely and innocently.

“No need. Scram.”