Anyone who's followed my writing should know that once I start a story, I absolutely won't stop updating until it's finished. (Important emphasis here)
I may not write very well, but I have my own integrity, so rest assured.
My personal character might be average, but my writing is definitely top-notch, haha~!~
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Raising her hand to touch her wet hair, she casually wiped it a few times with a towel, tidied up the bathroom a bit, and took the washed clothes out to the balcony to hang them.
Coincidentally, Ji Mo came out with freshly washed fruit, and as soon as he looked up, he saw her stretching out her arm, tiptoeing and struggling to hang up the clothes hanger.
The drying rack was already several years old, somewhat worn out, with rusty rollers that didn't slide smoothly, making it a bit difficult for Ye Qiao given her height.
"Let me do it!" Ji Mo walked over quickly, reached out to take the dress from her hand, and hung it on the rack, "Any more?"
