Jiang Shouzhong finally realized the unpredictable side of this woman, who suddenly got angry out of nowhere, as if she were going through menopause.
"No one likes you like this."
Jiang Shouzhong patted his clothes, stood up, and smiled.
Xiao Lingqiu's delicate brows slightly raised, her tone carried a hint of annoyance: "I don't need others to like me, nor do I care if they do!"
"As long as you like it."
Jiang Shouzhong didn't want to argue with the woman, so he poured out the medicine water in the basin, fetched some hot water, poured it into the bathtub, pulled over the screen, took off his clothes, and began to bathe.
Xiao Lingqiu gazed at the shadowy figure behind the screen, slowly slipped her embroidered shoes onto her slender feet, and continued to sketch names on the paper.
After a moment, she once more lifted her elegant face, her lips moved as if about to speak.
