Another Round

Yan Zheke woke up at 5:30 PM. She put on Lou Cheng's t-shirt and shorts to take a shower and came back to the room to change into her own clothes.

She pointed at her wrinkled shirt and complained, "It's your fault! Get me an iron."

"How can I go out like this? How can I go home like this?"

"Our iron broke two days ago..." Lou Cheng looked up blankly and then a grin appeared on his face. "Don't worry. I got this."

"Ahh?" Yan Zheke gazed at her official husband, confused.

Lou Cheng reached out his right hand with a thin layer of white frost. As the ice melted, steam rose and heat rolled.

He pulled the shirt with his left hand and moved his right palm down slowly. The crumpled part became flat.

Yan Zheke's eyes shone brightly. She couldn't help complimenting him.

"Cheng, your supernatural ability is becoming more and more practical. You've unlocked this new function."