How many days have these clothes gone unwashed?
The floor was finally clean. Xiang Yiqing carried a pile of clothes out of the room. Xin Xiaoxiao's washing machine was placed on the balcony. He went straight to the balcony.
He carefully sorted the clothes and threw them into the washing machine.
Then he returned to Xin Xiaoxiao's room and tossed all the empty and half-eaten snack bags on the table into the trash can.
After tossing one bag, he glanced at it and finally concluded they were all junk food.
Day in and day out, what kind of life is this?
He cleaned up Xin Xiaoxiao's room as quickly as possible, tidying it up to the extent that he could tolerate it.
After working up a sweat, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the person sleeping soundly on the bed, surprisingly hearing her faint snoring.
She's really something, managing to sleep in such an environment every day.
Xiang Yiqing shook his head in bewilderment.
