The young master cheerfully retracted his leg, "Alright, it's what I deserve!"
Zhu Qianyu glared at him, pushed the door open, and went straight inside, and the young master obediently followed her in.
Zhu Qianyu went to the kitchen to get a drink for him, came out, and saw him standing straight in the living room. The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and with the light behind him, he seemed even more handsome and charming in the shadows.
Zhu Qianyu was momentarily distracted, but when she saw the hint of a meaningful smile at the corner of Ji Huan's lips, she snapped back to attention, cleared her throat, and said, "Why aren't you sitting? Punishment standing?"
The young master replied pitifully, "Isn't it? I just got scolded, so if I don't reflect on myself, how will you vent your anger?"
Zhu Qianyu felt her head swell; she dared to say, from childhood to adulthood, she'd never met a man like Ji Huan.
