As soon as Quan Jin heard this, his temper flared, and veins bulged on his forehead: "You're addicted to bossing me around, aren't you?"
Gu Yuan: "Are you unwilling?"
Quan Jin: "Who am I to you? Why should I serve you? Why don't you serve me?"
"This is my turf."
"Since it's your turf, you should... forget it, I didn't hear anything."
Gu Yuan said "oh" in a disappointed tone and began to get up: "Then forget it, I just thought it would be more convenient if you wore the apron. Once you're done washing the fruit, you can bring it over, and I'll untie your apron for you."
Her feet, which had been resting on the sofa, were now on the carpet.
She was about to get up and do it herself, as they say, you reap what you sow.
Suddenly, Quan Jin said, "Don't move."
Gu Yuan froze and didn't move, watching him, silently asking: ???
