Not that he could not dry his body, but once he thought of the expression that Mo Huaifeng could have if he had dripped the water onto the floor when he stepped out, Ji Zhiyao thought… It's better not to ask for it.
He slipped to the door, and stealthily cracking the door open like a thief, he shouted out, "Captain, can you help me get a towel? I humbly kowtow in thanks for your great kindness, thump thump thump!"
It was silent in the room for a few seconds, and Ji Zhiyao heard an expected, mean reply.
"You should call me daddy."
Ji Zhiyao was not in the least stressed and was joyful. "Daddy!"
"…"
Only until Ji Zhiyao felt that the cold air from the air-conditioning that had crept into the room through the gap in the door blow until his butt and the indescribable region between his legs were chilly did Mo Huaifeng's figure reappear outside. He took his time, and only his expression was a little sullen.
