"I'll go put on shoes, my feet are a bit cold."
She had been stepping barefoot on the cold floor, indeed feeling a bit chilly.
Ya Shitian frowned, "Hurry up and go."
"Wait for me, I'll be right back, Ya Shao."
"Hurry back."
"I know." Ye Anqi beamed with a bright smile.
Ya Shitian had a gut feeling that something was up with her, but what could it be?
Unable to figure out what tricks she might play, he decided not to think about it.
Maybe he was just overthinking it.
After Ye Anqi left, she quickly changed clothes, then opened the door and went downstairs.
Ya Shitian waited for a few minutes, sensing no movement in the room.
"Ye Anqi, are you ready?"
"..." No one responded to him.
The bedroom was very quiet, with no one there.
"Ye Anqi?"
Still, no one responded to him.
Ya Shitian laughed; what tricks was that woman trying to play now?
He propped himself up, and suddenly a blob of foam slipped from above—
Ya Shitian's entire face was buried in foam.
