It was clear she was displeased, grasping at straws.
Young Master Pei's old habits had flared up; being forceful wouldn't work. Jiang Shuyao knew that with this bastard's twisted psychology, it wasn't going to be as simple as just changing clothes.
She turned to look at the door and, sure enough, it was locked.
So from the moment she stepped through that door, someone hadn't planned on letting her off easily.
Jiang Shuyao looked around, "Where are the clothes you brought over, where did you put them?"
Pei Yan lifted his chin slightly, "On the bed."
"Worn?"
"Mhm."
She picked up the shirt from the bed and sniffed it, "How many did you bring in total?"
"Two."
In the sweltering heat, two definitely wouldn't suffice.
Jiang Shuyao was a bit annoyed; she should have insisted more before they left.
She took the clothes over, placed them on a nearby table, and proceeded to remove his T-shirt.
"Let's go out tonight and I'll buy you a few," she said.
