The room was silent, with dishes scattered messily on the dining table, and the living room in disarray. She walked to the table, stacked the dishes, then carried them to the kitchen. She dripped some dish soap into the sink and as she returned the bottle, she noticed the counter was also a complete mess.
She sighed inwardly, thinking this was truly a disaster.
But there was something to be happy about.
Bai Song's attitude toward her was really different.
Somewhat ambiguous!
"Let me clean up, you should rest for a bit. You must be exhausted today! I know you should really get some rest today," Bai Song said, having seen off a few people and returned.
He spoke as he rolled up his sleeves and approached.
"No need, what's so tiring about this? I'll handle the rest!"
Qi Yuqing didn't expect Bai Song to compete for this task.
Bai Song's large hand reached for the dishcloth, their hands overlapping.
One black, one white.
One large, one small.
