At the thought of this, Gu Zheng did not go upstairs anymore. He turned around and sat on the sofa, stretching his limbs. "You care about me? Why don't you accompany me to take a shower, then? That way, I won't be afraid even if I slip."
Qiao Xi: "…"
What was this man thinking?
Gu Zheng did not mind her silence and reached out to take a cigarette from the table. Before he could light it, he saw Qiao Xi lean over. "Can I light it for you?"
Gu Zheng's fingers that were holding the cigarette paused, then he raised his hand and tossed the lighter to Qiao Xi. He slowly said, "Okay."
Qiao Xi approached with the lighter and found a very big problem. Gu Zheng was leaning against the sofa with his legs stretched out. He was taking up a lot of space. The cigarette was in his mouth, and Gu Zheng gave off a very different feeling. He was like a ruffian who could not be provoked.
