Looking at the rose essential oil, Song Guanchao found himself unable to refuse.
Zeng Li wore a triumphant smile.
She was very young. Girls of this age often carried a bit of cuteness, while only a select few naturally possessed sensuality.
But her looks allowed her to be cute, sensual, and even mature with different hair accessories, fitting the role of a young wife.
With her curvy figure, different outfits endowed her with different auras.
Song Guanchao picked up the essential oil, an idea forming, and sighed lightly, "You should take a shower."
Just as Zeng Li reached the bathroom door, she suddenly said, "Song Guanchao."
"What?"
"If you don't want to see me, you can leave while I'm showering, and I will never show up in front of you again, returning your peace."
Zeng Li said this seriously before walking into the bathroom.
Song Guanchao looked as if he had a toothache.
That was precisely what he had been considering.
