After a morning of boxing, drenched in sweat, Li Ming stopped when Zhang Yuan started cooking. He drank some salt water to replenish himself, then headed to the bathroom with a towel to wipe off his sweat.
When he came out after cleaning himself, he saw Zhang Yuan carrying a dish into the room.
"Honey, why don't we pick a room and move in? It's disgusting having to see Peng Zhi every day."
Seeing Li Ming coming out of the bathroom refreshed, Zhang Yuan pursed her lips, and suddenly spoke out.
There were three rooms that Li Ming had cleared out in this building. With a little cleaning and tidying, they were perfectly livable. Zhang Yuan couldn't help but entertain the thought.
"Let's not rush. We've been busy these past few days. Let's talk about it when things settle down."
