"Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled, happy now?"
"Perfunctory!"
"Women are such a hassle."
"You got tired of me that quickly?"
"No."
"Then why do you say I'm a hassle?"
Unable to argue with her, Mu Tianye frowned and shook his head, "Only women and scoundrels are tough to deal with!"
A normal man, unlike a little girl, wouldn't constantly speak of love unless he was a bastard trying to trick a girl into bed with sweet nothings.
"Mu Tianye, you're cursing me in classical Chinese!"
Mu Tianye couldn't help but laugh. He raised his hand to arrange the wet hair on her face, poured some shampoo into his palm, and turned her around to stand behind her to wash her hair. Then he bent down close to her ear and recited,
"Picking kudzu vines, a single day apart feels like three months. Picking sedge, a single day apart feels like three autumns. Picking mugwort, a single day apart feels like three years."
