"Wait a minute…" Song Qingchun suddenly stopped complaining as if struck by inspiration. After a while, she exclaimed in pleasant surprise, "Why am I so dumb! Su Zhinian's bungalow has people who come to clean it every day. There is not much dirt, so why am I seriously putting myself through this torment? I can just make a show out of it… I will return to bed after he falls asleep, and when he wakes up tomorrow morning, will he be able to tell whether I have cleaned the place or not? Song Qingchun, you are a bloody genius, I love you!"
After that, Su Zhinian heard the sound of a kiss. She had probably kissed herself on her hands and then patted her face with the kiss because he later heard a soft pat.
After a minute of silence, Su Zhinian could pick up sound coming from a television. Probably afraid that he might overhear it, the volume was set to the lowest, but he could still confirm that the sound was coming from the gym.
