After a while, Feng Zhuo’s voice rang outside the bathroom. “Tao Yaoyao, did you fall down the drain?”
Tao Yaoyao was silent.
Gosh!
How long had it been since she went in? And yet now he was already cursing her about falling into the drain? Feng Zhuo was such a sharp-tongued man.
Tao Yaoyao locked her phone angrily, threw it aside, and started taking a shower.
While washing, she was thinking about how to make Feng Zhuo beg her for mercy.
After leaving the bathroom, Tao Yaoyao reproached Feng Zhuo, “I must say, I never bothered you when you took a shower. I only went in for a short while, yet you seemed to curse me to fall into the drain.”
Looking at her coolly, Feng Zhuo sat on the bed and ignored her words.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoran’s voice rang outside the door. “Yaoyao, Yaoyao, why are you ignoring me?”
Feng Zhuo had yelled at her because Yang Xiaoran had been screaming.
She felt exasperated. “What are you shouting for? I was taking a shower, so how could I have responded to you? You better behave yourself, or I’ll throw you out.”
After a moment of silence, Yang Xiaoran’s aggrieved voice sounded outside again. “Yaoyao, you’re really harsh.”
Tao Yaoyao replied unceremoniously, “I am a tigress.”
Yang Xiaoran chuckled and said, “It doesn’t matter. Even if you were a male tiger, I would still like you very very much. You will be my one and only for my entire life.”
Tao Yaoyao, who had originally planned to answer him, suddenly felt that any explanation would really be useless. Some people just didn’t have any common sense.
Rolling her eyes, she leaned over toward Feng Zhuo. “I’m going to put on an act, so cooperate with me.”
“Huh?” With a sense of nonchalant tranquility in his voice, Feng Zhuo appeared calm and composed.
“Yaoyao, I can’t sleep at all. Come chat with me.” Yang Xiaoran shouted at the door again.
Tao Yaoyao lowered her voice, but her voice was loud enough for Yang Xiaoran to hear outside. She suddenly moaned, “Oh…”
Yang Xiaoran, who was outside the door, was shocked. “Tao Yaoyao, what are you doing?”
“We’re sleeping, so you go to sleep as well.”
Feng Zhuo raised his eyebrows and suddenly took a bite of her arm. Little rascal.
“Ah, that hurts…” Tao Yaoyao felt the pain and instinctively shrank back. She accidentally slammed her head on the headboard.
Yang Xiaoran was feeling extremely depressed and irritable outside, especially since their dialogue inside the room had made his imagination run wild.
“It hurts?” Feng Zhuo asked.
“Yes.” Of course, it hurts to hit your head.
“Let me check. It may be bleeding.” She hoped her head wasn’t bashed badly.
“Would you like me to apply some medicine?”
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