C97 Who the Hell Was He Trying to Fool

Third Young Master Lu stopped what he was doing and looked at Xicheng. His eyes were indifferent as he asked her, "Are you comforting me?" "Uh... Does it count?"

Xicheng blinked and bit her nails.

Actually, it should count!

Third Young Master Lu deliberately threw the towel on Xicheng's head and took the clean bathrobe from the reclining chair and wrapped it around his body. He said lightly