Luo Wanqing suddenly and gently wrapped her arms around the man's neck, not caring in the least that the water from her body was soaking his clothes. With a smile both sweet and charming, she whispered into his ear:
"Jiang Mo, I'm in a good mood today, don't be a killjoy."
Jiang Shouzhong struggled not to look at the devilishly beautiful body before him and whispered softly, "Maybe in a couple of days."
"You're not really angry, are you?"
With her jade finger tracing the man's lips, Luo Wanqing's tone softened,
"All right, it's my fault. Maybe you're just upset because I left you and went away from Qingzhou. But I promise, the next time you're threatened, I will definitely help you."
The usually haughty woman's rare gentle tone
was like that of one coaxing her beloved pet cat.
