Bu Mengting's ankle had twisted, so she definitely needed help taking a shower.
"How should I shower?"
Bu Mengting blushed, burying her face entirely into her chest.
Lin Tian suddenly realized and looked at Bu Mengting with a mischievous smile.
For some reason, Bu Mengting felt a sudden sadness.
Lin Tian quickly hugged Bu Mengting.
"Mengting my little wife, what's wrong?"
"Today, that Zhang Ya, she held your hand for so long, you dare say your heart didn't flutter? That woman's figure isn't bad either, right?"
"Didn't I reject her right then? With you and Qianqian my big wife, I have enough."
"Oh please, I know you too well. You say nice things, but you only rejected her because I and Qianqian were around. If we weren't, you definitely would have taken her to a hotel room."
"Mengting my little wife, how can you think of your husband like that? These thoughts of yours are not good."
