"Okay." Shi Wangyue felt a slight sourness in his nose.
After washing his hair and taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom to find Ning Youguang in the living room helping him pack his suitcase.
She crouched on the ground, wearing home clothes made of pure cotton.
Although simple to the extreme, she looked so captivating in Shi Wangyue's eyes that his heart was uncontrollably filled with a love as fierce as lava.
There's a kind of love that's not about everyday life, yet becomes intoxicating in everyday life.
"The soup's in the kitchen, help yourself." Ning Youguang picked up Shi Wangyue's clothes and walked to the laundry room.
Shi Wangyue didn't go to the kitchen; instead, he walked towards her, "Let me do it."
He reached out, trying to take the clothes from her arms.
Ning Youguang dodged to the side, "You just finished showering, don't do these things."
"It's not dirty." Shi Wangyue said.
