After coming back from class in the afternoon, the vat was already filled to the brim. Xiling was already working hard to boil the water. They had a comfortable shower and washed their hair clean. Xiling lamented once again, "I wonder how long Yan Molun will be staying?"
After saying that, she glanced at Jiang Duoyao and the latter was dumbfounded. She shook her head, her hair still dripping with water and said, "I don't know."
"I hope he'll stay for a longer period of time." Xiling sighed. "I won't be going with you tomorrow to remove your stitches."
"Why?" Duoyao bolted straight up. "Doesn't that mean I'll be spending the entire day alone with Yan Molun?"
"You're right." Xiling chuckled. "I won't be tagging along as a lightbulb."
"Xiling." Duoyao tried to persuade her: "Come along. If I go with him alone, it'll be very dangerous. He might even take the opportunity to…"
