Ye Lantian felt embarrassed to let him do her laundry again.
She quickly put down the hairdryer and walked over to him, trying to snatch the clothes, "No need, I'll wash them myself later."
"You train so hard every day, where do you have the time?" He insisted on doing it.
Ye Lantian stubbornly refused, "I said I don't want you to do it."
"Little Fool, let go."
"No." She frowned stubbornly, staring at him.
But he was still determined to do the laundry, using force to pull the clothes away.
Ye Lantian was caught off guard, and just out of the shower, her wet hair dripped on the floor, making it slippery. As he yanked, her foot slipped, and she was about to fall hard to the ground when suddenly she felt a pair of strong hands tightly grasp her waist.
Her body leaned over, staring dazedly at the person holding her, barely inches away.
His waist slightly bent, embracing her, staring blankly at her cute, delicate face.
