After a while, Fu Jinghen appeared before her, holding the clothes she wanted to change into.
The woman's hair was sopping wet and draped over her shoulders, while her little face was pink from the steam in the bathroom, revealing a small patch of her fair, rounded shoulders.
Seeing this, Fu Jinghen felt a tightness in his throat and approached her silently.
"You knew early on, why didn't you remind me!" Wen Qiao glared at him angrily, "You did it on purpose to watch me make a fool of myself, didn't you!"
"I didn't get a chance to say anything before you closed the bathroom door."
"Excuses!" Wen Qiao didn't believe the nonsense he was spouting, "What does me closing the bathroom door have to do with you calling me to get clothes?"
"Alright, my mistake." Fu Jinghen readily apologized, "Hurry up and get dressed so you don't catch a cold."
Only then did Wen Qiao grab the clothes from his hand and, with a swish, retracted her head back in.
