Listening to the splashing from the bathroom, Zhu Yan's eyes were full of tenderness, her face brimming with deep happiness.
How could she truly be indifferent and heartless to her little rascal? It was just that he had been gone for so long, so she wanted to give him a little punishment by throwing a small tantrum.
Ever since she heard from Su Qingli that Sun Zhe had entered Celestial Prison Mountain, Zhu Yan hadn't been able to eat or sleep well and was often plagued by nightmares. Now that he had returned to her side, full of life and completely unscathed, she was happier than anyone.
"Little rascal, just you wait and see how I deal with you," she hummed.
She took the clothes she had brought for Sun Zhe from Yang City out of her suitcase and walked to the bathroom door. She raised her hand to knock, but it froze in mid-air.
She suddenly remembered that she was still supposed to be 'angry' right now, so she couldn't go in to help her little rascal scrub his back.
SPLASH!
