He Yu’s almond eyes widened, but before he could prevent anything, he heard Xie Qingcheng say, “He Yu, I’m coming in to wash my hands.” “Wait—” The word was halfway out of his mouth before he heard a massive noise. The bucket of water that He Yu had intentionally readjusted on the chest of drawers rocked in a circle. Then, with an almighty crash, that full bucket of water—the bucket that should have landed on Xie Xue according to He Yu’s original plans—tipped over, its contents cascading right over Xie Qingcheng’s handsome face! Fuck!
