However, Xi Mohan heard her words, but he remained unmoved, not even a change in his expression, and continued walking towards the bathroom without stopping.
After being tormented all night last night, Ning Wan now felt backache and sadness all over; just a struggle made her feel extremely uncomfortable, especially her lower body, where even a slight movement made her gasp.
Looking at Xi Mohan with his oil-and-salt-impermeable manner, Ning Wan felt a fire of anger spreading all over her body, but she had no outlet for it. She could only grit her teeth and remain silent, letting him carry her into the bathroom.
Xi Mohan's room's bathroom was as clean and tidy as ever. It had been about three years since Ning Wan last visited, and the layout remained unchanged from her memories.
The only difference seemed to be that the bathroom cups, toothbrushes, and towels had changed from single to double.
