You bastard, grab me!

Is it so difficult to say I won’t leave?

Wen Mohan held his forehead and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Tonight is the second time. If I hold my bottom line for the third time, you will not be able to pester me."

Jiang Mengli's mouth twitched, "Okay, this is the... second time, forget it, let's call it the third time. I won't bother you anymore. You make me look like a licking dog every day."

Coming out of the water, I opened the door and walked out wetly.

Lingqiao was surprised, "Miss, what's going on?"

Jiang Mengli gritted his teeth slightly and whispered expressionlessly, "What else could it be? Of course I'm taking a bath with the prince. Why did you call me?"

Lingqiao lowered her head in grievance, "You asked me to come and call you at this time."

This left her speechless for a moment.

It was indeed she who asked Lingqiao to call her at this time.

He originally wanted to light a fire, and then light another one when Wen Mohan's fire went out by itself. He kept doing this over and over again, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Who knew he would be so proactive tonight...

Inside the house, Wen Mohan felt inexplicably choked up, and punched the water hard, splashing high.

Yun Jian pushed the door open and walked in. "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Mohan's face darkened, "When did I say I was angry? I should be happy that she didn't succeed. If it weren't for the antidote, I wouldn't have taken the initiative!"

Yun Jian: “???” He was very confused.

When did he ask his master if he was angry?

Wen Mohan took a deep breath, still feeling very uncomfortable, "Go find a clean woman and send her to the room immediately, go to the brothel."