Second Young Master Ye, who usually had reflexes ten times faster than others, walked at an unusually slow pace for the first time. He looked at his reflection in the flawlessly clear glass and thought coldly to himself, "Hey, where did that idiot come from."
When he realized that the idiot seemed to be himself, Second Young Master Ye became furious.
"Damn it, Wen Nuan, you've got some nerve," he couldn't bother with the mouthful of foam, and turned woodenly to kick the glass door fiercely; the fragile door was kicked open just like that.
Wen Nuan had just finished getting dressed and saw the Second Young Master, dressed in a white bathrobe, holding a mouthwash cup, with toothpaste foam all around his mouth, standing in front of her so authoritatively and yet comically. She couldn't help but twitch her lips hard; she was done for, certainly doomed.
But that doom would come later in the evening.
