He Zhiyao's movements halted.
Her voice was soft and gentle, too obedient to be true.
But it didn't feel like the forced stiffness of the past.
It was like a sweet breeze penetrating his heart and spleen.
It made his heart race faster, every pore in his body soothed and comfortable beyond compare.
The harsh words he had just spat out slapped his own face loudly, with no mercy.
For the first time, He Zhiyao felt like he had lost.
He ground his teeth in secret, somewhat unwilling, wanting to discipline her until she obeyed and feared him as before.
But in the end, he hesitated.
He kept a stern face, releasing Qin Shuang.
But he didn't want to let her off just like that.
After a moment of silence, his fingers landed on his shirt buttons, unbuttoning them one by one, and took off his shirt.
Qin Shuang quickly turned her face away.
He Zhiyao's lips curled up, and he leisurely stripped off his clothes, standing under the shower without concern for anyone else, and took a bath.
