CHAPTER 978: CHAPTER 978: FENG LIYAN TO SCRUB HIS BACK

"Alright, alright, whatever." Feng Liyan, afraid that arguing further would irritate Bai Yi, had no choice but to compromise.

Bai Yi pouted, picked up the cage, and took the kitten into the walk-in closet.

Feng Liyan waited outside for a while and didn’t see him come out, so he called out, "Are you done yet?"

"Done." Bai Yi replied irritably, and once he came out, Feng Liyan shoved him a few clothes.

"Go take a bath, get rid of all those smells on you."

"What smells?! I don’t have any!" Bai Yi thought this person’s behavior was really annoying sometimes.

"I said there is, so there is."

"..." Bai Yi gritted his teeth, holding back from arguing with him.

He angrily took the clothes and headed toward the bathroom, but Feng Liyan’s voice rang out again behind him.

"Hurry up with your shower, the food you bought will get cold."

"You want me to clean thoroughly, yet do it quickly, high efficiency and high quality, why don’t you come and scrub my back!" Bai Yi couldn’t hold back and retorted.

"Scrub your back?" Feng Liyan looked Bai Yi up and down, standing at the bathroom door holding clothes, recalling when Bai Yi bathed him before...

"You’d accept me scrubbing your back?"

"What’s wrong with being served? When I soak in a hot spring, someone specifically scrubs my back."

"What did you say? Someone scrubbed your back?" Feng Liyan frowned, his eyes seemed to ignite, burning intensely.

"Yeah." Bai Yi was a bit puzzled; isn’t getting your back scrubbed normal?

"You showed your back to someone?!" Feng Liyan’s face looked very displeased.

He felt Bai Yi’s behavior was a bit... no, the person scrubbing Bai Yi’s back was too shameless.

Bai Yi looked at Feng Liyan’s fuss, even more baffled.

"In this day and age, so conservative, do you believe I dare to walk out shirtless?" Bai Yi hadn’t expected that this apparent playboy-type rich kid was so... innocent.

Even scrubbing a back felt exaggerated like a one-night stand.

"You..." Feng Liyan didn’t know how to refute that comment for a moment.

Bai Yi ignored him, took the clothes, and entered the bathroom.

Feng Liyan stared at the closed bathroom door, inexplicably annoyed.

The thought of Bai Yi’s body being seen by someone else made Feng Liyan inexplicably angry, he wanted to gouge out that person’s eyes, feeling worse than his own exposure.

In Feng Liyan’s view, Bai Yi, like Wen Xiao’ai, was still an innocent child, not allowed to be tainted by anyone.

"This brat, so thick-skinned." Feng Liyan gritted his teeth, too upset to stand still, unable to sit, kicked over the chair beside him onto the floor.

"Bang" — the noise startled Bai Yi inside the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" Feng Liyan shouted back irritably.

In the study—

Jun Moyan stood by the window, gazing at the distant dark night.

The cold wind whooshed in, slightly ruffling his jet black short hair, his cold chiseled face went even colder.

He lifted his hand, bringing yet another cigarette to his lips.

The cigarette’s glow flickered in the wind, burning faster, while the light in his eyes grew dimmer.

Jun Moyan slightly opened his mouth, exhaling a smoke ring, squinting slightly, whether from the smoke stinging his eyes or something else.

Amid the swirling smoke, the expression in his eyes kept changing.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was stifling and oppressive, faintly tinged with sadness.

"Little Junjun~"

The study door was pushed open, and a small head peeked in.