A Trap

Han Zhuoling was opening his luggage. When he saw Shi Xiaoya's reaction, he then said, "Didn't I tell you before? Before meeting you, work indeed came first in my heart. But after meeting you, work can only give way to you. You're now the one who comes first. Of course I have to stay here and accompany my highest priority."

"Why? You think I'm only saying this to sweet-talk you?" Han Zhuoling stopped what he was doing and stared at Shi Xiaoya dangerously.

How would Shi Xiaoya dare to admit it? She quickly shook her head and said, "Of course I believe you. It's just that hearing it is one thing, but actually seeing you do it still makes me feel very shocked."

Who knew if Han Zhuoling believed it or not? He took out the pajamas he'd brought along in the luggage.

"Throw my pajamas into your washing machine to wash as well," Han Zhuoling said.

His other clothes could not be machine washed, or else he would have left it all with Shi Xiaoya.