The next day, Huangfu Zheng was beaming with energy.
After his shower, he looked at the person on the bed and raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with temptation, soft as honey, "Would you like your brother to help you wash?"
The answer to his question was a pillow thrown at him. Huangfu Zheng, in an exceptionally good mood, caught the pillow with a grunt, and mumbled if she wasn't willing, then so be it.
Then he went to the dressing room to get dressed.
Tang Anzhi also got up, then headed to the bathroom to shower.
"An'an, which underwear do you want to wear? The red, the black, or the white?" Huangfu Zheng's voice called out.
"..." Tang Anzhi paused in her showering.
But it didn't end there.
"If you don't answer, I'll pick the red for you," Huangfu Zheng muttered to himself as he decided, holding the item in his hand. Then he called out again, "An'an, do you want me to match the bra with the black one...?"
