The King's Enchanting-Chapter 46 - 47 Misunderstanding 1
46: Chapter 47 Misunderstanding (1)
46: Chapter 47 Misunderstanding (1)
Jian Anning was stunned, her eyes suddenly crashing into the perfect body of a handsome man, nearly spilling the cup of milk she held in her hand all over the floor!
He stood there, fuming with rage, arms crossed at the doorway.
From her angle, she could see his entire lean and strong body, his pale, enticing long legs smooth as jade, and his flawless chest and abs.
(This part has been censored————————) The man resembled a Greek statue.
She caught only a brief glimpse before hurriedly averting her gaze, feeling as if her face was on fire, an uncomfortable burning sensation.
Although they had been intimate before, she had been too drunk to remember anything about his body.
Come to think of it, was this the first time she had seen his body up close?
She quickly turned her head toward the computer, pretending to be busy working, moving some inappropriate posts to the processing station.
Yi Zexiao’s face was livid, “I am asking you, did you clean the bathtub and toilet in my room?”
Jian Anning nodded, “Of course.
I washed it with cleaner, then rinsed it twice with water.
I made sure not even a single strand of hair was left.”
“Did you use disinfectant?”
Jian Anning was at a loss for words and shook her head.
“You didn’t use disinfectant, and you expect me to bathe in that tub?” Yu Zexiao was livid!
He never bathed in the tubs of outside rooms, and if he ever felt like taking a bath, he would disinfect everything three times with disinfectant.
He had just wanted to take a bath, clothes removed, when he didn’t smell the scent of disinfectant, and instantly, he felt utterly disgusted.
Upon getting up to check, oh, Jian Anning’s side had a shower and a squat toilet.
“I am going to sleep in your room!”
Jian Anning felt like she was about to faint!
Couldn’t this man stop being so impulsive!
“But Zexiao, your room is custom-made, all your things are there, and you have a shoot at six in the morning.
How could you possibly switch rooms now?”
“No.
Without disinfecting, I simply cannot bathe in such a bathroom!” Yu Zexiao’s handsome brows furrowed as he flatly refused.
Still not daring to turn her head, Jian Anning replied, “Okay, then I will go buy some disinfectant right away and clean the bathtub and toilet for you.”
“I need to take a bath and sleep now!” Yu Zexiao would not listen to her and stood up to walk toward her bathroom.
God!
Jian Anning was on the verge of breaking down!
Left with no choice, she sprinted to his room at the speed of a 100-meter dash: “I will clean up right away!”
If he was to bathe here, then so be it, at least let her clean his toilet first, and later he could go back to sleep in his own room.
After taking a bath, Yu Zexiao stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and dripping, as he dried himself with another towel.
The maid’s room was much smaller than the master bedroom he occupied, but she had arranged it warmly.
Light blue bed sheets matched with creamy white furniture, a few books placed on the shelf beside the bed, and a pot of devil’s ivy on the windowsill creating a fresh and comfortable atmosphere.
Glancing at the desk, he noticed the computer, and recalled how engrossed she seemed when he entered, wondering what she might have been looking at.
Hmph, it must be something unsightly!
He moved his lean legs over to the desk and sure enough, saw an unprocessed post and immediately clicked on it.
