"Could you please stop cold-showering me? The women at home are trouble enough already." Zhang Ziwen shot a disgruntled glance at Song Lin. He had an uneasy feeling that he had chosen the wrong person to confide in and things were about to get more complicated.
"Hehe… Well, you think your head would hurt more if I moved into your place?" Song Lin asked, a smile playing on her lips, testing the waters.
"…You'd move in with me?" The thought alone was enough to give Zhang Ziwen a headache. He couldn't even begin to picture what life would look like then.
"Why not? If Xu Muqing is allowed to live with you, why not me? I should ask Little Shu, or perhaps Sister Li would give me an answer." Song Lin's thoughts went straight to He Li, her big backer. He Li, the wooden-headed man's sister, was quite fond of her.
