Han Dongchen teasingly flicked Su Xiaowan's forehead and chuckled, "Stop pretending, how debonair can a man be when doing housework?"
Then, with Su Xiaowan's face full of grievance, he rubbed her small nose and said, "You should see your man on the battlefield, fighting enemies with a gun in hand, that's really handsome, little one..."
Then, looking at Su Xiaowan's wronged face, he laughed heartily, "Alright, didn't you want to take a bath? The water is ready for you, go on."
Su Xiaowan shot Han Dongchen a fierce glance and huffed. She wore her slippers and went to the bathroom. This man was becoming increasingly glib.
Nevertheless, Su Xiaowan knew that Han Dongchen must look particularly gallant on the battlefield. But this gallantry was linked to life-threatening risks. Whenever she thought about it, her mood would plummet, to the point where she even refused his offer to accompany her in the bath, out of fear of slipping.
