As though he had come out of his shell, Luo Muchen said, "Okay, but will you help me scrub? I can't reach my back."
Qie Xieling, "..."
And there it was. His sweet sweet pervert was starting to show himself. Qie Xieling couldn't help but think maybe, just maybe he should get angry more often because Luo Muchen seemed to get back in line with minimal effort.
"You don't need my help. Just go wash up instead of wasting time," he said and Luo Muchen pursed his lips as though contemplating something. He suddenly kissed Qie Xieling's cheek before getting off the bed.
Qie Xieling, "???"
Did that half a glass of wine already make him drunk? He couldn't fathom why Luo Muchen's behaviour had changed drastically in just a few hours. Luo Muchen had no idea he was being scrutinised as he walked into the bathroom.
