Over the past couple of days, Lin Zimo never could have imagined that the carefree, emperor-like life he had never even managed to enjoy at home, he was now experiencing right here at Su Qing's place.
It was true pampering—having food brought to him and clothes handed to him, just like a sovereign.
"I can really manage, you know, I'm not that fragile," Lin Zimo said lazily as he sat on the sofa, looking with utter helplessness at Su Qing, who was pointing a drying pole straight at him.
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