Leng Zimo, looking at Luo Xiaoqian, who moved toward the bathroom like a bug, got off the bed neatly, took large strides to the door, and got there first. Grabbing the bathroom doorknob, he said, "Bring the shirt over, and lay the coat and pants on the bed. I have a meeting this afternoon, remember to match the tie well!"
She wasn't his maid. Why should she serve him?
"Why do you get to shower first!" she turned around and blocked the bathroom door with her body.
Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"
Luo Xiaoqian was also about one meter sixty-something tall, not considered short, but standing in front of him, she was still almost a head shorter, giving her a strong sense of oppression.
"Not interested!"
She turned to leave, and her foot caught the corner of the blanket, immediately losing her balance.
"Ah!"
She screamed and reached out to grab something. Her fingers touched an object, which she immediately clung to tightly.
