Jealous
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
"Mr. President, what do you need me to do?"
In the end, Li Ruochu chose to lower her head and compromise. For the sake of her son, she would suffer anything.
Helian Qingyu saw that she had finally retracted the thorns on her body. He did not show his happiness on his face. Instead, he opened his arms and said faintly, "Help me undress. I want to shower!"
Li Ruochu rolled her eyes in her heart. He really thought of himself as the emperor!
Even though she was not convinced, Li Ruochu had no choice but to take the job and help him unbutton his shirt.
The man was so tall that Li Ruochu had to stand on her toes to reach his collar.
He was wearing a military uniform. The collar was tight, and it was more troublesome to undo it. Moreover, she had never helped him do such a thing before. Now she was very clumsy.