Jiang Xiaoyan: "Xiao Xuzi, drink my foot bath water, not a single drop left."
"Jiang Xiaoyan!" Jiang Xu stood up, a displeased expression on his face, "That's a bit too much, huh."
This young lady really was pushing her luck.
Did she really think he had no temper?
Even though her feet were quite pretty, and she didn't have foot odor, and she smelled nice...
Eh?
Upon thinking about it, it seemed it wasn't that unacceptable?
Jiang Xu quickly shook his head, banishing this terrifying thought from his mind.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Jiang Xiaoyan's tone grew colder, a threatening glint flickering in her eyes, "Don't force me to get physical."
The next second, she fished out a fruit knife from somewhere.
It gleamed menacingly in front of Jiang Xu.
Jiang Xu: "..."
Sure enough, difficult girls are just that—difficult.
Jiang Xu sighed deeply.
Since it had come to this, there was no other choice but to resort to his trump card.