Because of Mo Rao's rough movements, Fu Ying's arms were wet, and even his rolled-up cufflinks were wet.
She had done it on purpose.
Fu Ying did not stop her. He only smiled as he watched this scene. He felt like there was a kitten throwing a tantrum in his arms. He thought that she had some very impressive revenge method, but in the end, it was this childish method.
When she was angry, her face was flushed. Her lowered eyes showed her eyelashes, which were very long and thick, like a small fan.
She also had a faint fragrance on her, which was completely different from the fragrance of hand soap.
She smelled really good.
Fu Ying was extremely reluctant to part with this scene. He did not want to lose his current life.
"Rao Rao, let's not get a divorce, okay?" Fu Ying could not help but blurt out. His voice was so gentle and low, like the most melodious cello.
Mo Rao's body stiffened, and her hands stopped moving.
