However,
The next second, his palm had already moved from the side of her face, weaving through her hair.
Before she could grasp what was happening, he had bitten her lips.
Damn girl, she actually dared to yell at her!
A moment later, Leng Zimo finally released her, satisfied.
"Clean up the dishes and get ready to leave!"
"Why should I..." she retorted dissatisfied, she had cooked the meal, yet she had to wash the dishes too, "Is eating all you do?"
"Exactly!" Leng Zimo looked down at her condescendingly, "Besides eating food, I also ’eat’ people!"
Luo Xiaoqian was at a loss for words.
She really wondered if this man before her was the same high-quality idol she had admired so much in her teenage years.
Indeed, men are all the same, all thinking with the lower half of their bodies.
Can one really argue with animals?
Do animals wash dishes?
They don’t!
Therefore, she didn’t bother to argue with him.
Muttering to herself internally, she turned around, gathered the plates, and started to wash them in the sink.
Leng Zimo’s gaze lingered on her for a brief moment before he turned and left.
After cleaning everything and putting them back in their place, wiping down the table, and taking care of the trash... she was adept at doing all of this.
Since her mother fell ill, she was the one doing all the household chores.
Pleased with the kitchen shining like new, Luo Xiaoqian hung the apron on the hook behind the door.
When she stepped out of the kitchen, Leng Zimo had already come downstairs with a bag in one hand—his in one, hers in the other.
She took her bag, and the two of them changed shoes and went to the garage together.


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