"How much to squeeze?"
"Whatever..."
"I'm bigger than you, so I'll squeeze more, is this homemade?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Can you wash quicker? Stop talking," Chiang Xiao said weakly.
Meng Xinian added, "Lots of bubbles. I'm just afraid you'd be bored waiting outside."
"Not bored!"
"Alright."
Chiang Xiao sighed in relief slightly, but in just a few minutes, the voice of Tyrant Meng echoed again: "Little, this space is so magical, the water and foam seem to absorb immediately when reaching the ground."
"Hmm..."
Can we stop chatting?
"I forgot to bring clothes and a towel in, can I use your towel first?"
Chiang Xiao jumped up, "Wait! I'll get it for you!"
"How will you give it to me? Come in?"
"No need!"
Meng Xinian thought Chiang Xiao's voice was a bit exasperated.
Then, suddenly, something moved on his head, and a dry towel landed on him like it fell from the sky.
