Even with her normally good temper, being treated this way repeatedly pushed her to her limit. She bit her lower lip, extended her hand, and grabbed the wrist of the cold-looking man who was washing her with a showerhead, her bright eyes filled with rage, "Li Beijue, what are you doing!"
"Bathing you!" His tone suggested as if it were the most natural thing!
Chi Enen felt a tension rising inside her, struggling to keep calm, she asked, "Why?"
The man with a stern face kept his thin lips tightly sealed, not saying a word, but the showerhead insistently aimed at her.
Chi Enen could already tell the reason from his behavior. A chill ran through her chest, a kind of anger born from feeling untrusted surged, and she glared at the arrogant and noble man, pausing after each word, "Just because Mr. Han dropped me off? You think I'm dirty? Need a bath?"
"You don't trust me?"
