Another voice stubbornly said, "I just want to know why Third Brother can't forget about the durian."
Shujun couldn't help but laugh and cry, "The basket I bought from the mountain is almost crushed by your kneeling, and yet you still like to tell such lies."
Shujun sent Yixuan back to his room. He looked at Little Liu, drenched, and thought to himself.
In his heart, he probably felt uncomfortable too, right?
"Forget it, if this can make you feel a bit better, I have nothing more to say. But health is important; don't do this again next time."
Yixuan was momentarily dazed, and then he recalled the conversation he had with his wife a few days ago when she woke up.
