After saying that, she went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Lu Yanhe clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on the backs of his hands in anger.
A few seconds later, Su Jia poked her head out of the bathroom again, holding a brand new blue towel.
Seeing him standing there not moving, she tossed the towel onto his head, "Aren't you going yet?"
Lu Yanhe took down the towel, his mouth twitching a few times, and finally replied to her impatiently, "I heard you!"
With that, he turned and stomped angrily toward the door.
Su Jia watched his imposing back and couldn't help but laugh, laughing so hard her stomach hurt.
In the end, she laughed until tears streamed down her face.
...
The bathroom was steamy, filled with a warm glow.
Su Jia lazily lay in the bathtub, relaxing her tense nerves, looking at the bruises on her body.
Especially on her thigh, where his pinching left quite a mess, it ached with a dull pain.
Unable to vent her anger, she muttered, "Brute."
