"Um... I'm ready..."
During dinner, Angelina hesitated several times before she finally gathered up the courage to inform Wang Ye in a low voice.
After she spoke, her pale cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.
This girl seemed to blush quite easily, not at all like the usual outspoken Russians...
Wang Ye was taken aback and didn't grasp what she meant straight away.
"Ready for what, are you full? That can't be. We've only just started eating, you haven't eaten anything yet." He said, looking utterly confused.
"You! I mean... that, you idiot." Angelina shot him a reproachful look and kicked him gently under the table.
Looking at Angelina's expression, Wang Ye finally understood. Oh! That's what she meant!
His heart fluttered. He nearly lost his composure….
Clearing his throat twice, he said seriously, "That's perfect, you can do the dishes tonight."
A few days earlier, since Angelina was not feeling well, Wang Ye had taken it upon himself to do the dishes after dinner.
