Zhou Wangshu watched Su Yaoguang tending to his wound, her red lips slightly curled, glossy and moist, like soft and sweet rose cakes, making one want to take a bite.
She looked up at him, her small face full of concern, babbling incessantly, all criticizing Xiao Yanci, her voice as crisp as a singing oriole.
Zhou Wangshu felt a bit guilty.
The reason the soup spilled on him was, of course, because he did it on purpose.
He wasn't sure if Xiao Yanci had similar dreams, recently making strange gestures and saying odd things to Su Yaoguang. In his view, those gestures and words were nothing but seduction.
He had to make that shameless guy completely give up, and the simplest way was to shatter his delusions. Now everyone knew his intentions, so if he wanted to seduce Su Yaoguang, he had to be more cautious.
"Luckily, it's nothing serious, otherwise I'd pour a pot of hot water on him," Su Yaoguang said as she put away the medicine. "Take it easy today, don't work too hard."
