Zhou Yiyi couldn't help but smile with a hint of sarcasm, "What do you think?"
"I knew it," he added at last. "I'm not expecting you to be labor for me. I wash my own clothes. They are just too lazy, disgusted by tossing underwear and socks together in the washer and not wanting to wash them by hand, which is why they trouble their girlfriends. I'm not that lazy."
Zhou Yiyi saw his strong will to live and couldn't help but laugh, "If you don't want to wash, I can do it for you, really, I'm serious about this."
Zhou Mo breathed a sigh of relief, seeing she wasn't kidding, "No need, I can wash them. My girlfriend's hands are meant for holding a pen."
"Wow, I didn't expect you to be so good at sweet-talking. I don't really want to cling to you, but it seems like you enjoy it?"
Zhou Mo touched her head somewhat regretfully, "It's a pity when I play basketball, you're swimming, and when I practice dance, you're practicing calligraphy,"
