Shaoze grabbed the bag and opened it, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
The servant said, "Our madam said she hopes Mr. Mu will truly enjoy the bathwater blessed by the heavens, and scrub away the filth on his body to become a clean and honest person. Madam also emphasized the last four words."
Be a good person!
Um, he indeed hadn't been behaving properly.
Today was what he deserved.
Shaoze watched as the servant sprinted back towards the villa, as if afraid he'd steal her umbrella.
He looked down at the purple bath scrubber, which was rather pretty—it was Ziqiao's favorite color.
He wrapped it around his hand, examining it repeatedly.
Recalling Ziqiao's small hands that he could completely envelop with his palm, so soft and tender.
Feeling a burning gaze, he looked up and saw a figure standing in front of the living room's floor-to-ceiling window.
Although it wasn't Ziqiao, which disappointed him, he still waved his arm, the one with the purple bath scrubber.