She had not wanted to bathe again, but when she heard she could have another flower-petal bath, she immediately nodded in agreement.
Zhou Yunshen wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his tall, broad frame almost enveloping Jiang Shuyue entirely.
Everyone else understood what he meant: keep your eyes off what you have no business coveting.
So they all obediently turned away in silence, pretending they could not see a thing.
As Zhou Yunshen walked out, he glanced at Qin Wanru on the floor.
He smiled. "Looks like this year's Martial Champion title will belong to your second brother."
"When my second brother rides through the streets in the victory parade, I'm going to fill ten baskets with flower petals and pile them up outside the Jiang Family's gates."
"Are you trying to bury someone in them? Unfortunately, knowing Jiang Chen, he'll probably head to the Liu Family first."
"Then I'll dress up nicely. Second Aunt sent someone over with loads of food again last time, and I want to bring her a gift."
"Of course. Whatever you want to buy, I'll get it ready for you. It's getting late. Can we go back, bathe, and sleep now, my wife?"
Meeting his peach-blossom eyes, Jiang Shuyue felt her mind buzzing for some inexplicable reason.
Huahua tried calling her a few times, but when she showed no reaction, Huahua gave up.
A lovesick brain really was hereditary.
Fortunately, she had not inherited much-just a tiny bit. It would not hurt anything.
Jiang Shuyue also felt as though she had forgotten something, but her brain had stopped working.
Damn this devastating barrage of beauty!
Jiang Chen had servants stuff Jiang Liuli into a wooden handcart and send her to the Liu Family.
Jiang An was displeased. "Can't our family afford a carriage? How