You Don’t Want My Personal Service?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After 20 minutes, Mu Feichi stood at the bathroom door and knocked.
With annoyance, Yun Xi opened the bathroom door. Feeling at a loss for words, she walked out of the bathroom, stepping on his foot on her way.
Mu Feichi raised his eyebrows, and the gloomy expression on his face finally eased a bit.
Following behind her, he reached out and clasped her arm and led her to the sofa.
"What are you doing?" Caught off guard, Yun Xi had no idea what was going on, and she glared at his sullen profile.
If it hadn't been for the injuries to her hands, she would really have liked to strangle him right now.
Sitting her down on the sofa, he turned around and sat down beside her. Immediately, she started getting restless.
"Sit down, I want to talk to you."
Smiling, he reached out and pushed her back down on the sofa.
"If you move around again, I really will lose my temper."