It's obviously not suitable to put little white flowers on him, but to quarrel with Kairos like those church people? The next second she would be nailed to the ground.

  The best solution is probably just to keep quiet and say nothing.

  ...

  Kairos sat outside for a long time without hearing any movement from the bathroom.

  He couldn't wait any longer and turned his head to look at the door of the bathroom.

  All he could see was a patch of red blood water, and that small figure seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the water.

  Caius got up and went to open the bathroom door, seeing Xynthia's face flushed red with only one head exposed outside, almost drowned.

  He frowned heavily.

  Cynthia felt that her tongue was numb, the pharmacist's words were not wrong, this thing would make her lose all her strength after soaking for a long time, but it didn't say that she couldn't even speak, she even felt that the water pressing on her chest was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

  Cynthia's greatest effort was probably to force her eyelids open, and in the dim light, she saw a violent figure approaching her, casting a shadow on her body.

  In the water, she wasn't wearing anything at all. She was thinking so viciously, and yet, she was also looking forward to seeing what expression Caius would have when he saw her naked.

  Is it a gaze as if looking at a dead person, or did she wet his clothes and deliberately calculated to reveal her angry gaze.

  "Are you doing this on purpose?" Kael's eyes narrowed, his icy gaze almost freezing Cynthia in the bathtub.

  Of course, he didn't get any answer, she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth, and could only try hard to see him clearly with her eyes, where innocent water vapor was condensed.

  Cynthia was about to faint, and he still didn't mean to pick her up.

  The delicate features hidden in the darkness before his eyes were becoming increasingly blurred.

  Maybe if she hadn't been so hard on herself, Kairos would have really left her to stand there all night.

  Cynthia took a deep breath and let go of her body's control, sinking completely into the water.

  The crimson water didn't reach the top of her head, and only a few strands of dull golden hair remained on the edge of the bathtub, lifelessly hanging down.

  She closed her eyes and sank quietly to the bottom of the bathtub, letting the gradually cooling water temperature invade her body.

  Every second is like an eternity.

  Time is passing too slowly, it's squeezing out the oxygen in my lungs bit by bit.

  Cynthia was almost suffocated, and in her dazed ears, she finally heard the sound she had been longing to hear.

  "Damn it!" Kael cursed under his breath.

  He could have left her in the bathtub to drain the water and let her know the consequences of plotting against him. Perhaps out of pity, he chose to bend down, sinking his pale and beautiful fingers into the already cold water, and pulled her out.

  Cynthia's head bumped against a hard chest, and the sudden pain made her consciousness clear up a bit.

  She turned pale, her wrinkled hands weakly pressed against his chest, and spat out a few mouthfuls of water, all of which landed on Kael's black shirt.

  She got him wet too, his snow-white body only separated from Kael's by a thin layer of shirt, tightly adhering to Kael's body, absorbing the warmth emanating from him.

  Cynthia coughed in his arms, taking in fresh oxygen, and secretly thanked her lucky stars that if she hadn't been used to filming underwater scenes before, she would have really drowned.

  Caius seemed to have no interest in her curvaceous body, and roughly tossed her onto the bed. The water droplets on his clothes instantly evaporated due to the divine technique.

  He stood by the bed, a cold smile playing on his lips, but his gaze remained fixed on Cynthia's disheveled face, not moving an inch. "Do you think this means you can't go out?"

  Of course.

  Cynthia thought so in her heart, and saw Kael suddenly waved his palm, a goose feather pen and a yellow sheepskin scroll fell from the air.

  She could only see Kayrus holding the pen holder with his bony hand, sitting at the desk and writing a line of words on the sheepskin scroll.

  He threw down his goose-quill pen, rolled up the sheepskin scroll and tossed it casually into the air, whereupon it vanished.

  Cynthia began to feel a bit uncertain, what was he going to do? At least cover her with the quilt first! She can't even move her fingers now!

  She soon realized what he had just done.

  Their house had only one closed wooden window, and in the few minutes after the sheepskin scroll disappeared, a gust of wind blew outside, like wings flapping, accompanied by a slightly sharp and contradictory low voice, "Master."

  Cynthia's eyes widened in horror, did Kael still have that strange habit? She was still lingering! Was she going to call someone over to watch something weird?!

  Tears fell rapidly from her eyes, and her faint sobbing attracted Kael's gaze.

  He finally looked at her snow-white and spotless body, his scarlet eyes showing a brief loss of consciousness, as if he had just discovered that she was not wearing clothes.

  Just as the wooden window was about to be opened from the outside, Anthony had just inserted one foot when it was pinched by a force inside.

  Outside, he painfully folded his wings, and several black feathers fell off, drifting away with the wind.

  "Come in through the door." Kael said harshly, yanking the blanket over Cynthia to cover her.

  The movement that was originally by the wooden window suddenly shifted to the door, and with a creaking sound, there was an additional lame foot in the room.

  Anthony walked in with a painful expression on his face. This was the second time he had seen this beautiful human being. He exclaimed in surprise, "You actually brought her back?"

  Caius glanced at Cynthia, as if to confirm that she was well wrapped up, before raising his gaze and saying with a sneer: "Your foolishness doesn't match those wings."

  Anthony, who was inexplicably scolded as stupid, didn't react much either. He's probably also used to being ridiculed.

  Fortunately, Karius didn't really do anything that bad, and Cynthia's sobbing gradually subsided.

  Although she couldn't see what the incoming person looked like for the time being, she felt that it was already a miracle to be able to survive by staying beside such a temperamental and dark god.

  "The physical recovery potion you wanted." Anthony handed over a small glass bottle to Kael, his gaze involuntarily flicking towards the bed where a girl lay with only her head exposed, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

  Caius took the bottle and walked to Cynthia's side, seeing that Anthony didn't seem to want to leave, his face sank, and his tone was like a ghost, "Don't you plan on leaving?"

  "Not really." Anthony thought for a moment and decided to share some gossip he had overheard from some houses they passed by earlier.