"I'm not her, so why should I know what she's thinking?" Shen Jue chuckled, "I just need to know what you're thinking."
Rong Qingqing laughed and provocatively raised an eyebrow at Shen Jue, "Then tell me what I'm thinking now."
Shen Jue glanced at her and didn't intend to answer the question.
Instead, he asked, "Do you want to take a bath? If you do, I'll go fill the tub for you."
"Sure." Rong Qingqing nodded, "Add a few drops of essential oil for me, use the pink bottle."
"You do have quite a few requests." Shen Jue remarked before going back into the bathroom.
Ever since her foot healed, Shen Jue has genuinely been eager to help Rong Qingqing with these daily chores.
Things he couldn't do before, now there isn't anything he can't do.
Living in the apartment without servants, the laundry that Rong Qingqing threw into the washing machine, was mostly hung out to dry by Shen Jue.
