Jiang Zhouye: "..."
[**"I just love watching you want to hit me but not being able to."**]
Jiang Nanshu walked around and approached the wardrobe, "Zhou Ye, your bathroom is locked, so I won't invade your privacy. I'll look for a clean towel in the wardrobe to wipe your sweat."
"!!!"
"Wait a second!"
Jiang Nanshu paused, holding the wardrobe handle: "..."
He turned his head only to see Jiang Zhouye's face turning red, his veins on the neck bulging. He seemed to struggle to rise but was too weak, truly afraid that Jiang Nanshu would actually go ahead and open it—he stared blankly upward, weakly said, "Don't open it... I've got some underwear in there that hasn't been washed for days..."
[**"How presumptuous of you! Whew, that was close; it could have been an eye-stinging moment. Wow, never thought you were this kind of person. No wonder you got poisoned; it must be because you're usually so slovenly. Who could room with someone who doesn't flush the toilet!"**]