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One shouldn't accept rewards without contributing!
Chi Yue doesn't like taking advantage of men.
Nor does she want to develop a liking for an easy life and aversion to hard work,
because the feeling— is too darn good. People have a mental memory for material pleasures, and once this delightful sensation is etched in memory, if life gets tough later on, the value system crumbles.
She gritted her teeth and found Qiao Dongyang in the bathroom.
"The clothes you bought for me, I can't afford them. Can we return them for something cheaper?"
At that moment, Qiao Dongyang was shaving. He glanced at her from the shadows, didn't answer her question, but pursed his lips toward the washstand.
"Help me tidy this up first."
Chi Yue rolled her eyes but didn't refuse.
Towels, toothbrush, toiletries—she cleaned and organized each one, wiping down the washstand until it was spotless.
Qiao Dongyang's eyes were filled with amusement, "Go! Help me make the bed."
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