At this moment, some fiery scenes appeared in Gu Zheng's mind. Those memories could not be erased and surged uncontrollably. His eyes darkened. "You're bathing in the master bedroom?"
Qiao Xi looked at him with a smile and stroked her hair charmingly. "Can't I? I've always bathed here. Sometimes, you would even carry me inside! Ah Zheng… can you help me get a shirt?"
Sweat broke out on Gu Zheng's forehead as his burning gaze landed on her fair collarbone. The towel could not cover her round chest completely and revealed her fair skin. "I'll get Song Shiyu to go—"
"Are you my husband or is Song Shiyu my husband?! You let him do everything. Are you going to ask him to send it in later? Can't you help me find one?"
Her voice was almost pleading, so soft that it tugged at his heartstrings. Gu Zheng instantly felt his bones go soft, and he almost could not stand straight anymore. "I… I'll go, then?"
"Yes, go to my room and get anything."
