Mo Heng said coldly, "You could also be a foot-washing maid."
Pei Qin, who nearly threw in the towel out of frustration, remembered this was her own choice, suppressed her feelings, and forced a smile as she went to fetch the footbath.
But Mo Heng had already entered the bathing room, not in need of having his feet washed.
Faced with the choice of washing his feet and then being consumed with jealousy or warming the bed for him, Pei Qin humphed and chose the latter.
She casually tugged at the blanket, sat down in it fully-clothed, and cursed inwardly over and over again. It's only September yet the bed needs warming, come winter, he won't freeze to death… Pei Qin sat in the bed, her eyes darting around.
Mo Heng's bath today seemed unusually long, and the thought of her lying on his bed, waiting like the most intimate of couples for him to sleep, sent tantalizing thoughts that he couldn't suppress.
