Quan Jin: "..."
He thought he was in a battle of wits with her for a minute, and after that minute, Young Master Quan grudgingly relented: "Fine, I'll wash it, okay."
"Don't make it so hard on yourself." She said.
He gritted his teeth: "It's not hard, I'm doing it willingly, alright?"
After that, he reached out his hand to her, and Gu Yuan didn't understand what he meant: "What do you want?"
He said: "Roll up my sleeves for me, what else could I want."
Such a pretentious and affected man.
And with a sharp tongue.
But seeing him take the initiative to wash the dishes, Gu Yuan walked over, patiently and carefully rolling up his sleeves for him. When she touched the hair tie on his wrist, she didn't hesitate to take it off.
At that moment, Quan Jin withdrew his hand: "What are you doing?"
Gu Yuan: "Aren't you taking off the hair tie? It won't smell good if it gets wet and covered in dish soap."
