Zhixi heard the hint of hoarseness in his voice and couldn't help but laugh, "I need to apply body lotion."
He Jingyao's gaze deepened, "No problem."
This was one of his perks too.
...
The next day, when He Jingyao left home, he noticed that the door next door had quietly opened a crack again.
He raised an eyebrow, simply stood there, and said while buttoning his cufflinks, "Come out..."
The door seemed to tremble slightly along with the person inside.
Soon enough, Xiaoke nervously opened the door, stammering, "He... Mr. He..."
Before He Jingyao could speak, Zhou Yan's head appeared as well, pulling his girlfriend into his arms, his expression a mix of bitterness and deep resentment, "What are you doing?"
"No, it's not Mr. He's fault, it's me!" Xiaoke quickly explained.
"You're peeking again!" Zhou Yan glared at her angrily, "What's so great to look at!"
Xiaoke protested with grievance, "Everything's great... Can't I even take a look?"
