This Wedding Must Go On

As soon as Zhou Yao came out the bathroom door, he felt a strong wind headed towards him. He dodged by turning his body sideways, and the white pillow scraped past his cheek and landed on the carpet.

"Go and die!" Leng Zhiyuan's right hand came directly towards his heart.

Zhou Yao's vision was filled with the woman's raging face. This time, he did not avoid her, but faced her straight on and stood up straight. "My bath towel is going to fall off."

He had no clothes on him, and only a bath towel was tied around his waist. As he spoke, his hand moved to remove his bath towel.

"Ah!" Leng Zhiyuan halted in her path and covered her eyes with two hands.

Ah, ah, ah!

She was going to break down.

"Hah!" Just then, she heard a chuckle.

She discreetly opened a slit in her eyes to see that he did not remove the towel at all, but rather he was squinting at her with narrow eyes seemingly like he was smiling.