Chapter 32 Cold Medicine

At that moment, Leng Zimo had already wrapped himself in a bath towel and stepped out of the shower, taking another towel off the rack and reaching out to her again.

"I can do it myself!" She retreated into the bathtub.

"Fine," Leng Zimo turned and walked to one side, arms crossed.

This man was doing it on purpose, wasn't he? He was holding the towel in his hand, and to get it, she would have to stand up.

Looking at the towel in his hands, Luo Xiaoqian felt nothing but gritted her teeth in anger.

"Get out, and leave the towel!"

Leng Zimo turned a deaf ear.

"That... When under someone's roof, one must bow to them." Luo Xiaoqian really didn't have the courage to stand up in front of him. She gritted her teeth in secret, consoling all of Leng Zimo's female relatives in her heart and tried her best to soften her voice, "Please, give me the towel and then, could you wait outside the door?"

After placing the towel on the rack by the tub, he turned and walked out the door.