Hearing Xu Ke's self-righteous lecturing, Wong Qifu just shook her head and silently turned to go upstairs.
Xu Ke watched Wong Qifu leave without responding, and for a moment, he didn't know whether he should follow her or not.
Just then, Wong Qifu's voice drifted down from the top of the stairs. "What are you spacing out for? Aren't you going to help me with my clothes?"
At that moment, Xu Ke's eyes lit up as if he had heard a voice from the heavens. He broke into a wide grin. "Coming right up!"
By the time he reached the step just below where Wong Qifu stood, before he could even look up, a slender, pale finger poked his forehead. It was followed by Wong Qifu's voice. "If you want to come up, then just come up. I'll be yours sooner or later anyway, so why make excuses? Stop being so hesitant."
