"Go wash up and come down to the kitchen within fifteen minutes!"
After giving the order, Leng Zimo turned and walked toward the porch.
The kitchen?!
Her hands were injured, and he still wanted her to make him breakfast?!
"I..."
Luo Xiaoqian instinctively wanted to retort, but after uttering just one word, she closed her mouth.
Did she still expect his pity?!
Without another word, she turned and went upstairs.
Leng Zimo walked to the porch, took the paper bag to a small table outside the kitchen, then suddenly remembered something, turned around, rushed into the kitchen, and found a roll of cling film. He hurried up the stairs with large strides.
In the bathroom.
Luo Xiaoqian had already taken off her bathrobe; she stretched out her uninjured hand to test the water temperature and then reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
