Aunt Fang was slightly worried, hoping the mistress was alright...
Listening to the sound of their bedroom door being slammed shut and looking at the mess on the coffee table, she was inexplicably worried.
The master wouldn't harm the mistress, would he?
...
Inside the bedroom.
Eleven, who wasn't much of a weight for Gu Liancheng, was thrown onto the bed, bouncing a bit on the soft mattress.
Gu Liancheng removed the inconvenient bathrobe and pulled her up from the bed all the way to the bathroom. He picked up the shower head and let the water pour on her head. Instantly, Eleven was soaked to the skin.
"Ah--" Eleven was dodging, screaming in fear, "No--I don't want to die--"
"No one wants you to die! Fang Eleven, get a hold on yourself!"
This was outrageous!
