While Qiao Zhaoyue fell into a peaceful sleep, the rental property on the other side was far from quiet.
"Axiu, do you despise me? I know I'm not as outstanding as those around you, nor is my background any good, and now I can't help you with anything."
Su Ruoyan curled up pitifully, drenched from head to toe, obviously just pulled out of a bathtub.
Though her figure had not fully developed, her thinness had a certain charm to it.
"I've never said such a thing. What are you imagining? Just because I was a bit harsh with you in the evening, you're making such a fuss."
This time, Fu Yuxiu was exceptionally patient, wrapping her in a large bath towel, gently prying open her hands, but she stubbornly covered herself, refusing to let him see like she was sulking.
Fu Yuxiu sighed in resignation, wondering why he always spoke to her so softly.
