"Explain? Explain your big head! You're dead, Lady Ya Ya!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya raised her fist, ready to kill Chi Mu Sheng and silence him. If word got out, people would probably think she was an incredibly slovenly fox.

"Wait, we agreed not to use violence."

Chi Musheng retreated repeatedly, but there was only the bed behind him, so there was nowhere left to retreat.

"Violence? Who saw it? Lady Ya Ya didn't see it."

Tu Shan Ya Ya leaped onto Chi Mu Sheng's back, ready to deliver a punch.

Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.

Chi Musheng had a sudden inspiration and said.

"Wait, if you hurt me, no one will cook for you anymore."

These words froze Tu Shan Ya Ya in place. Her fist, which she had half-swung, was now frozen in place. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.

If she gets hit, and Chi Musheng doesn't cook for her anymore, then she won't be able to eat delicious food in the future.

But not fighting wouldn't be enough to vent my anger. Food and rage were intertwined in my heart. Which should I choose?

Seeing that Tu Shan Ya Ya had stopped, Chi Mu Sheng continued.

"Second Miss, I just wanted to help you tidy up and do your laundry while I'm at it."

It's good that you won't get a beating for doing laundry. Anyway, he's washed your sister's clothes and your younger sister's clothes, so it won't make a difference if he washes yours too.

Tu Shan Ya Ya snorted coldly, jumped off Chi Mu Sheng's back, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hmph, Lady Ya Ya will barely spare you this time, but not again."

She was halfway through her sentence when Tu Shan Ya Ya froze, because after Chi Mu Sheng stood up, there was a white cloth strip wrapped around his head, and that white cloth strip was hers...

Ah! Ah! Ah!

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