Jie Jingchen gave a faint smile. He reached out and gently tapped the tip of Qin Mei's nose with his index finger. "It wouldn't be good if someone died in the Jie Family."
Qin Mei rolled her eyes and retorted, "It's never good for someone to die, no matter where it is."
At this time of year, spending a night on the toilet floor would definitely give Hu Wan'er a cold. Hu Wan'er shared a room with Aunt Zhang, but Aunt Zhang hadn't gone looking for her even though she'd been gone all night. Her intentions were plain to see.
"Let's go in and get some sleep," Qin Mei said. But Jie Jingchen's tall frame was blocking the doorway. Qin Mei looked up at him, puzzled. "Jie Jingchen."
"Didn't you want to take a bath?" Jie Jingchen asked.
Qin Mei tilted her head, glancing toward the toilet. "Hu Wan'er has commandeered the toilet."
'She wanted to take a bath, but how could she? She was a step behind Hu Wan'er, who had beaten her to it.'
