What To Decide?

Villa No. 8.

Lu Fengrou leaned leisurely on the couch. Fang Ping followed her lead, lying leisurely on a modular couch.

Lu Fengrou stared at him for a while, saying after a pause, "I'll get someone to deliver a new couch to me later."

Fang Ping was dumbstruck for a moment. 'I'm talking serious business here. Why has your attention turned to the couch?'

"How many days have you not showered?"

Lu Fengrou asked with some disgust. She did not have to. It was at least six or seven days.

"Teacher, the problem now isn't if I showered or not…"

Fang Ping was a little resentful. 'Where are you directing the conversation to?'

Lu Fengrou snickered and said plainly, "You have two choices. One, reject it; two, accept it."

"That's only a one-out-of-two option. What's the problem?"