But Jun Ting's expression was as if she were a "fierce tiger," and he jumped far away, about an arm's length of distance—
Yuan Yumeng stomped her foot, "Jun Ting, what are you doing!"
"I should be asking you what you're doing!" He looked as if his chastity was about to be taken.
"I'm taking off your clothes to let you bathe! While you're bathing, I'll go out and buy you some clothes! See how considerate I am, a good wife who's hard to find even with a lantern!"
Originally, she thought this arrangement was fine. To be honest, she preferred this kind of life over those presidential suites in five- or six-star hotels. It might not be very sanitary, but it felt lively; this was real life.
Living the way he does, having it all, he's probably forgotten his life goals!
But his reaction just now really made her laugh, like she had taken advantage of him or something.
Jun Ting looked at her with innocent eyes, "Meng Meng, do you really have to do this?"
