Qu Jinxin looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "smell less, wash it, do you want to sleep again?"

he didn't look at her. He rubbed the towel in one hand, and then the towel on his head hit Qu Jinxin's face. The used towel was a little wet with moisture.

Qu Jinxin casually reaches out and takes off the towel on his face, and throws it aside. She knows that he's going to get angry, and she can't admit it, or she won't even be qualified for negotiation.

it's a man who lives on the cloud and is naturally looked up to by people. He's too young...