Shen Qing stood at the door for a moment. When she saw no sign that Zhu Yuan intended to enter, she turned back. She picked up the towel from the water basin and wrung it dry, then glanced at Yu Jiuqing, who was staring at her unblinkingly, like he was guarding a prisoner. After a quiet moment, she forced a sweet, tender smile. "Lord, I need to change my clothes. Surely you don't intend to stand here and watch the entire time?"
The smile was so fake her own facial muscles were protesting. For some reason, Yu Jiuqing looked away, a bit flustered. His handsome face remained as cold as ice as he limped back into the inner room. "Make me breakfast as soon as you're changed," he ordered.
Shen Qing: "…"
She couldn't help but grind her teeth.
'This guy,' she thought. 'He's really gotten the hang of ordering me around, hasn't he?'
'Even back when they first met, when she was desperately trying to get close to him and pestering him relentlessly, she had never felt so aggrieved!'
