Shen Zhaoli looked at Wen Jiao with an innocent face, "You have to understand, I've been working myself to the bone abroad, toiling away and overworking my body. It definitely won't recover in a short while; I need some rest!"
He sat right down in the middle of the road, boastfully, and didn't forget to complain, "Can you imagine my brother? Why on earth would he build Hot Spring Villa on a mountain? Isn't that just asking for trouble?"
Wen Jiao was at a loss for words in response to Shen Zhaoli's statement.
She sighed and said, "It's just 5 more minutes, we're almost there. Why don't you hold on for a bit, and we can rest once we get up there?"
"Jiaojiao~" Shen Zhaoli called her name with a smile, his fox-like eyes charming, "Why don't you pull me, then I'll be able to move faster."
Such a phrase sounded like something straight out of a brothel, too coquettish for any ordinary man, but coming from Shen Zhaoli, it was really hard to refuse.
