Jiang She gave a triumphant look at the person beside him. She had such expressive features that he couldn't help but chuckle.
On purpose, Jiang She proposed, "If you'd like to help me wash up, I wouldn't mind. I can offer you the chance, come, follow me to the shower."
"Wash your own big head. Go shower yourself," Wen Zhiyao retorted with warm cheeks, realizing she had involuntarily played into Jiang She's hands.
"I was joking a moment ago, why are you getting upset?" Jiang She looked at Wen Zhiyao's retreating figure, starting to regret his words.
Had he known, he would have kept his mouth shut a little longer. Maybe once Wen Zhiyao had joined him in the bathroom, he could have confessed everything during the shower.
Then, her reaction would surely have been priceless.
Wen Zhiyao left the bedroom and made her way to the living room to turn on the TV.
Unknowingly, she had fallen asleep on the couch.
When she awoke again, she found herself back at Jiang She's side.
