Underwear is not AA
Upon hearing this, Rong Qian raised an eyebrow: "Yun Xue is thinking too much."
Is it? But she believes more in her intuition. This marriage, I don't know who benefits more... Never mind, as time goes by, she will find out why he married her.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a gaze sweep over him. Qiao Yunxue followed his line of sight and saw her own pale toes...
Rubbing her nose, Qiao Yunxue's eyes flashed: "It seems like there's a sound outside, is someone knocking on the door?"
"Oh?" He left.
The plan to lure the tiger out of the mountain was successful. Qiao Yun's eyebrows and eyes curved, with a speed as swift as lightning, she quickly got out of bed and changed her clothes. The entire action was done in one breath, as neat as military training - heaven knows it has been almost ten years since she left the military training era.
Open the door.
Rong Qian stood at the door, eyeing her new outfit with a hint of a smile: "Only took thirty seconds..."
Is this praise or sarcasm?
Qiao Yunxue smiled and turned around, "Are you having breakfast at home?"
"Uh-huh." He readily agreed.
As she walked into the kitchen, Qiao Yunxue glanced at the man in the living room who was so tall that he had to lower his head to avoid hitting it on the ceiling, and cleverly cooked three servings of noodles.
Rong Qian turned on the Central Economic Channel to watch the 7 o'clock news. Until a steaming bowl of noodles appeared in front of him, he smiled faintly and took over her large bowl of noodles, nodding: "Not bad!"
As expected, it was quite good. He ate two people's portions and was still looking to see if there was any left in the pot. Just as he was looking, Qiao Yunxue placed her empty bowl in front of him: "Your turn."
"Oh?" Rong Qian didn't understand.
"Alright." She smiled brightly. "I'll cook the noodles, you wash the dishes. Or else, tomorrow I'll wash the dishes and you can cook the noodles."
He was stunned for a moment, somewhat embarrassed: "Must it be like this?"
"It has to be this way." She was quite serious.
He flashed a glance: "Your noodles taste good. I'll wash the dishes."
That's more like it. Qiao Yunxue smiled and patiently coaxed, "Household chores need to be actively shared, can't just wait for me to tell you what to do. That doesn't feel like a family at all."
He seemed choked by her words. He glanced at her and still cooperated with washing the dishes. But just after putting water in, they hadn't started yet...
"Bang——" The new bowl I just bought yesterday shattered all over the floor.
"Heavens—" She rushed over and rescued the second bowl he had picked up, her face twitching. "Mr. Rong is indeed only suitable for going to work..."
After some thought, she resolutely left: "That also needs to learn how to wash dishes. Mr. Rong, the broken bowls are all on your account." Giving him pressure, shouldn't he stop breaking them now?
She saw the washing machine on the balcony and remembered that she hadn't washed last night's clothes yet, so she went to wash them. Looking at her thin skirt again, then looking at his changed clothes... She decided to wash them together anyway.
He quickly washed and hung up his face basin, sending it back to the bathroom. Just as he stood at the bathroom door, she let out a cry of surprise: "Mr. Rong, what are you doing?"
"Alright, I'll take care of it myself." He turned around, his dark eyes seeming to smile, "You wash the outer clothes, I'll wash the underclothes."
Saying so, his slender fingers held up her undergarment, gesturing for her to see: "Your underwear is almost washed..."
"Who allowed you to touch my underwear!" She rushed over, her face stern, "Don't touch, don't squeeze, don't press..."
Wait a minute, why are these words so damn awkward. After a moment's thought, her face turned red, and she snatched the clothes from his hand, holding them tightly to her chest: "My underwear is not for show."
"You're holding my underwear." He said with a light tone and a gentle smile.
