Then he added, "I've discovered that your level of indulgence towards me seems to be beyond my imagination. You are infinitely indulgent towards me, even... tolerant. No matter what I do to you, you will indulge me and tolerate me."

Zhiyun: “…”

“Bang!”

A slap landed on Han Qingrang's cheek.

It was just a crisp sound, but not very strong. His cheek turned slightly away, and the hand that was wiping her hair stopped.

After that slap, Zhiyun regretted it.

"Does it hurt?" She stroked his cheek with her hand.

"It hurts," he said.

"Serves you right!" said Zhiyun.

Han Qingrang: "..."

Zhiyun was really furious just now, so she slapped him!

He was actually testing her bottom line!

Very good, his attempt was successful!!

"Tell me, when did you contact the Meteorological Bureau?" She withdrew her hand and asked in the tone of a wife.

Han Qingrang touched his cheek where she had hit him and said to her, "Madam, my face hurts."

As soon as he heard the word "pain", Zhiyun lost her composure again!

"It won't hurt in a while." Zhiyun told herself again and again in her heart not to feel sorry for him, because he would be arrogant.

"lady."

"Don't call me, who is your wife? I find you are really shameless."

"If you like this face, it's better to keep it."

"dislike."

"Then just scratch it," he said.

Zhiyun widened her eyes and reached out to pull his ear. He did not avoid it. Zhiyun did not pull hard, but he looked as if the pain was unbearable: "Madam, it hurts..."

Unable to bear his cries of pain, Zhiyun withdrew her hand again: "Let me ask you, what is it about me that attracts you? Can't I change?"

"I covet your beauty, and also, I lust after your body, and want to be with you..."

Without giving him a chance to finish his words, Zhiyun covered his mouth and said, "Okay, stop talking."

"Okay, I won't tell you."

He is very well-behaved.

Zhiyun lost miserably in front of him.

He continued to wipe her hair, his movements so gentle that Zhiyun lost her temper and her voice became much softer, commanding: "Carry me in."

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Without saying a word, he picked her up sideways and picked up the umbrella next to her.

"Madam, hold the umbrella," he said.

He called her "Madam" fluently.

Zhiyun took the umbrella and opened it. He held her in his arms, and the two of them walked through the rain to his living room.

Zhiyun has been to this living room countless times, and now when she comes again, her mood is different.

He carefully placed her on the bed, then took away the towel and got a new dry towel to continue wiping her wet hair.

The towel absorbs water, and after a few times of this, the hair is half dry.

He wanted to undress her again, but Zhiyun held his hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

"Are you afraid I'll see?"

"You know the answer but you still ask."

"I saw it in the dungeon that day."

“…”

Zhiyun's face turned red. "Get out."

"No!"

Zhiyun glared at him with resentful eyes: "I told you to get out."

"No."

Zhiyun: “…”

The word "no" was said decisively and firmly.

Zhiyun stood up, went to the cloakroom familiarly, opened his wardrobe, took out one of his white shirts, and then hurried to the bathroom.

Han Qingrang noticed her familiarity.

Including her taking his clothes, it was all a subconscious habit that led to behavior.