Do we still need to put on an act for our love?

Lan Xiao's back was drenched in sweat as he listened in the bathroom.

The conversation between the two was like a needle pointed at an wheat.

This was a battle without any smoke.

It was obvious that Wen Muchu's combat power was strong.

After all, he had her to protect him.

Lan Xiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He secretly laughed at Wen Muchu's Black-bellied behavior, but at the same time, he felt a little sympathy for brother Jiang.

Brother Jiang watched as Lan Xiao washed some fruits. He had been washing them for more than ten minutes and still hadn't come out.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Lan Xiao, you washed the fruits. You must have washed off the skin, right?" she shouted in the direction of the washroom.

A minute later, Lan Xiao smiled awkwardly and came out of the bathroom with washed fruits.

"Brother Jiang, you really like to joke."

Brother Jiang stood up and took the fruits she had washed.