"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
Zhongli Wuzhi frowned deeply, his tone clearly displeased.
He wasn't a fool; he had already vaguely sensed something.
Chinian, equally intelligent, quickly grabbed Zhongli Wuzhi, holding onto his hand unwilling to let go.
Zhongli Wuzhi took a deep breath,
"I'm not leaving now. I'll wait for you in the living room. Go put on some clothes before you come out."
After he spoke, Chinian was still holding onto his hand, loosening it then tightening her grasp again...
"I said I won't leave."
Zhongli Wuzhi repeated, and only then did Chinian slowly release Zhongli Wuzhi's hand and turned to run into the bathroom to put on her clothes. She soon came back out.
And Zhongli, as he had promised, sat in the living room waiting for her.
Chinian was focused on putting on her clothes. Her hair, still wet, was not even dried, and droplets of water were still dripping from it.
