"I'm the one who changed your clothes. I'm the one who washed your dirty underwear. Obviously, I can't change a woman's clothes with my eyes closed, so I saw everything. I should take responsibility for you."
Those were Lu Xize's exact words.
Chu Yao understood completely. Her cheeks flushed beet red, and she was both mortified and furious. 'That kind of thing… Does that really need to be said out loud?'
'Couldn't he just keep some things to himself? Would it kill him?'
Chu Yao was utterly humiliated. At this point, any trace of guilt she'd felt for misunderstanding him had vanished completely. She shot Lu Xize a vicious glare.
But just then, he added nonchalantly, "Of course, if Miss Chu would rather be my little puppy, Lu wouldn't mind either."
'The hell you wouldn't mind!'
'Still "Miss Chu"? Still "Lu"? Who the hell do you think you are, an actor in some historical drama?'
