Necktie

They arrived back home.

Hairball meowed as it rubbed against her feet, and Er Mao remained in its lazy and habitual position on the balcony basking in the sun. Xia Ling relaxed and finally felt the exhaustion after confronting Pei Ziheng leaving her. She was disturbed and walked towards the bedroom.

"Xiao Ling." Li Lei called her.

"What?" Xia Ling turned around.

"You want to sleep?" Li Lei said, "Take a shower first. You're dirty after coming back from outside."

Xia Ling said weakly, "I have no energy to shower. I'm sleepy."

Li Lei's voice was genial. "I'll help you shower." Just now, the image of Pei Ziheng gently stroking her hair was like a thorn piercing his heart. How could he tolerate another man touching his woman?