After dinner, Tao Zhixiang went to wash the dishes, but Chu Mucheng said, "I'll do it, your hand can't touch water."
Tao Zhixiang: "..."
She just stood there, watching Chu Mucheng washing the dishes, his silhouette was handsome and upright, and his profile was just as charming and attractive. The water flowed with a rush, and the plates and bowls were rotating in his hands.
Tao Zhixiang watched him, reluctant to shift her gaze.
Soon, he finished washing the dishes.
Turning his head, he saw Tao Zhixiang still standing there, and Chu Mucheng laughed.
"Not trusting me? Afraid I won't clean them properly? Supervising me here? Do you think I can't handle such a small task?"
Tao Zhixiang: "..."
This guy, really narrow-minded!
"I'm not supervising you!"
Saying that, Tao Zhixiang turned around and left.
Chu Mucheng smiled slightly, his eyes as gentle as spring.
