"Ah?" Cheng Bingxi, holding the urine pot and ready to start, was taken aback.
Xiao Ye hooked the corner of his mouth: "Bingxi, did you hear it clearly? I need to do a number two; surely I can't ask you to come for that."
"Untie me quickly, or I will have to do it in my pants, hurry!"
Cheng Bingxi, looking cute and puzzled, nodded her little head, "Let me untie you."
Nangong Siyan chimed in, "Me too."
The reason it's called a urine pot is that it's for doing a number one.
Liu Ya's beautiful eyes twinkled, not as naive as the two women, and certainly not so easily convinced by Xiao Ye's words, like last time when Xiao Ye said he was going to help the poor but ended up getting a foot wash.
"Hehe." Liu Ya once again stopped the two women's movements, took over the urine pot and declared defiantly: "Bingxi, whether it's a number one or number two, let me handle it."
Cheng Bingxi and Nangong Siyan were stunned.
