Chen Ye was skeptical about her heartbreak: "Master often bathes, when did he stop getting clean?"
Qing Jun grumbled, "Qing Jun didn't see it, so it doesn't count! If Master wants to prove he loves cleanliness, he has to bathe with Qing Jun! Master's so bad! He never helped his disciple bathe!"
The thought of splashing water with Master in the pool filled Qing Jun with anticipation, her big eyes shimmered as she gazed at Master.
Alright.
This little rascal even knows how to provoke.
Chen Ye immediately knocked her on the head: "You're already grown up, still need Master to help you bathe!"
"Wah..."
After taking a bump on the head, Qing Jun tucked her head in, no longer daring to mumble.
Damn Master!
Always resorting to domestic violence!
The little girl felt as if the seeds of hatred were already planted in her heart.
Sooner or later, she'll make Master regret!
Hm, smelly Master, refusing to help her bathe, huh!
From now on, she'll be the one to bathe Master!
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