Forty minutes later, Song Weiyi finished her bath, dried her hair, and emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed and invigorated.
Her body felt clean and comfortable, scented with the fragrance of the shower gel, and her mood improved as well.
Thus, Pei Yibai seemed a lot more pleasing to the eye.
"Finished bathing? Come here," Pei Yibai beckoned to her with a playful tone as if teasing a puppy.
Song Weiyi was startled by her own description. Teasing a puppy? Was she comparing herself to a puppy?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, she was certainly not!
She lifted her eyelids with a cool and proud air, indicating that she did not wish to bother with him at the moment.
"My tablet…" Song Weiyi sat down, looked around, and found that the tablet was missing and her phone was out of power, so she could only turn her hopeful gaze toward Pei Yibai.
Time spent here, especially when his mother was around, was simply a torturous count of the minutes.
