C155 A Great Disaster

Xiao Chen, with a commanding presence, tossed Chu Xiaoli into the tent and, without a word, grabbed a towel to dry the water off her.

“I don’t need your help. What’s it to you, Mr. Big Shot?” Chu Xiaoli remained stubborn, trying to break free from Xiao Chen’s grip, but it was no use.

Despite Chu Xiaoli’s protests, Xiao Chen’s hands never stopped moving.

Who knows how long it took