Shen Yuan's final punishment was to wash the dishes.
But even if Li Zhi hadn't said anything, the task of washing the dishes would have fallen to Shen Yuan in the end.
Shen Yuan's earlier behavior had simply given Li Zhi a perfect excuse.
After putting the dishes and utensils back in their place, Shen Yuan dried his hands and walked out of the kitchen.
He happened to see Li Zhi wiping the table.
Strands of her hair swayed gently with her movements. The damp disposable wipe left a trail of glistening water droplets as it slid across the corner of the table.
Shen Yuan paused by the sliding kitchen door, the faint lemon scent of dish soap still lingering on his fingertips.
Watching her, Shen Yuan finally spoke. "Hard at work, I see."
The wet wipe SLAPPED against the tabletop.
Li Zhi shot a sharp glance at Shen Yuan, her chin lifting slightly as a soft huff escaped her nose.
"This young master doesn't need your praise!"
