"Wanwan, call me 'hubby'."
Mu Shaochen, that pervert, always liked to do that sort of thing with her.
Again and again, tirelessly coaxing Qin Wan to call him "hubby".
If coaxing didn't work, he'd resort to threats.
Using both the carrot and the stick.
Lately, it had been demanding her to call him "hubby" before he would finally be satisfied and let her go.
What was supposed to be a bath turned into an exhaustive workout.
In the bathroom, Qin Wan could hardly bear it when Mu Shaochen made her watch their reflection in the mirror, in his perverted way.
Afterward, it was Mu Shaochen who carried her out of the bathroom.
Mu Shaochen laid her on the bed, and without caring about her dripping wet hair, she fell straight to sleep.
Under the soft, warm light,
Mu Shaochen took the hairdryer to the front of the bed, plugged it in, sat on the edge, and gently dried her wet hair.
"This tired?"
The edge in the man's expression softened into handsome gentleness.
