"Pei Sword Immortal, could you dress me?"
Ji Xichan leaned lazily against the headboard. She stuck out a cute little foot and poked Pei Yuhang in the back.
Pei Yuhang ignored her. He simply got up and walked to the shower.
Ji Xichan huffed under her breath, 'No fun at all.' Lying on the bed, she began to idly twirl a lock of her hair.
'I wonder if Pei Yuhang is doing this on purpose, to get back at me. A moment ago, that brute split my hair into two handfuls and pulled it tight, like he was holding the reins of a horse he was trying to break. It hurt like hell.'
'Damn him! Does he think I, Ji Xichan, am some kind of Rouge Horse to be broken?!'
Ji Xichan clenched her fists slightly, kicking her legs in the air out of frustration.
Ever since that day, Pei Yuhang no longer treated her with the same tenderness he'd shown in the Cold Spring.
He wore a cold expression the entire time, like a swordsman on the battlefield about to draw his blade against a Demon Fiend.
