Abominable
687 Words
“Pei... Pei...” Xia Qiao stammered, and as soon as she spoke, her wrist was grabbed by the man and pushed away.
Pei Lichuan's face darkened, veins bulging on his forehead. “Get out!”
Xia Qiao pushed his hand away, her face flushed red. Tensing her back, she fled the bathroom.
“Damn woman!” Pei Lichuan rubbed his temples, feeling like he had lost his mind, easily stirred up by her.
Xia Qiao ran out, her whole body feeling as if it were burned by fire, turning red.
As the wind blew, she became clear-headed and realized her hands were covered in shower gel.
Xia Qiao hurried to clean them.
While washing her hands, she muttered, “He’s so hard to deal with. He gets angry at the slightest disagreement! I haven’t even gotten angry, why is he so upset...”
Just as she finished wiping her hands, Qin’s voice suddenly came from behind, “Mrs. Pei, is the young master done with his bath?”
Xia Qiao’s ears turned red with embarrassment again. “Qin Butler, he might need your help...”
“Mrs. Pei, the young master’s legs are inconvenient, but he does exercise regularly. As long as you lend a hand, he can do many things.”
Xia Qiao’s lips twitched. The Butler’s meaning was still for her to help.
Xia Qiao moved her lips but found herself unable to refuse.
“Breakfast is ready. Please help the young master out for a meal later,” Qin Butler said, then left calmly.
Xia Qiao’s body softened, and she leaned against the wall in exhaustion.
After a while, Xia Qiao mentally prepared herself and returned to Pei Lichuan’s room. She knocked softly on the door outside the bathroom, “Pei Lichuan, I’m coming in...”
“No need!” The man coldly refused.
Xia Qiao gritted her teeth and pushed the door open.
She saw the man sitting on a stool next to the bathtub, already dressed in a base layer but still damp, looking like he had only wiped himself down.
“You need to dry your hair and body.” Xia Qiao pressed her lips together and walked over, placing a new towel on his head and rubbing it vigorously.
Pei Lichuan’s eyes narrowed, shocked by Xia Qiao’s actions, momentarily forgetting to react.
A few seconds later, the man pushed Xia Qiao away, “Xia Mo’er, are you sick? Didn’t I tell you to leave?”
Xia Qiao bit her lips, a few traces of grievance appearing in her eyes.
Don’t be sad. He’s like my sick grandmother, so his mood swings are understandable.
Thinking of her bedridden grandmother, Xia Qiao felt a bit more determined and courageous.
“Dry off, or you’ll catch a cold!” Xia Qiao said, glaring at Pei Lichuan, “Don’t move! If you do, you won’t get breakfast!”
Her voice was firm and unquestionable.
Pei Lichuan was momentarily stunned. By the time he reacted, the woman had already finished drying his body and hair and was dressing him.
“Xia Mo’er! How dare you threaten me...”
“Qin Butler said that all the servants in the manor are on vacation, and I’m the only one left to take care of you.” Xia Qiao paused, glaring at him and handing him the pants. “Put these on!”
Pei Lichuan’s face darkened, “Who asked you to take care of me!”
As if that wasn’t enough, Pei Lichuan angrily swiped the pants from her hand, letting them fall to the ground.
Xia Qiao ignored his mischievous smile, turned to find a pair of home pants from the wardrobe, and brought them back. She picked up the top pair and handed it to him. “Put these on!”
Pei Lichuan pouted and said angrily, “Get lost!”
“Go ahead and throw them. After all, you have a whole wardrobe full of clothes!” Xia Qiao widened her eyes, looking stubborn, leaving Pei Lichuan speechless.
These were his clothes. Why should she be the one to just throw them away!
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