Bo Yeyuan knocked heavily on the door, giving her a headache.
The items she'd bought at the grocery store were confiscated by him upon her return—
But at this moment, she really wanted to grab the cactus gloves and slap his face hard, several times.
The warm water flowed down, and Li Qiyu felt irritated for no reason. No one could affect her mood anymore, he was not worth her thoughts!
So, why did she feel annoyed?
The bathroom door opened, and she couldn't be bothered to look back, until the man's hand grasped her fullness: "Li Qiyu, seeing you jealous is really a sight you should behold in the mirror."
Li Qiyu swept a cold glance his way: "Get your filthy hands off."
Li Qiyu grabbed the shower bottle and smashed it hard on his head.
Tsk—
Bo Yeyuan stepped back twice, his forehead cut open a bit, his large hand pressing on the wound: "You dare to hit me?"
If her heart had been crueler, she would have thrown a glass bottle instead of a plastic one.
