Ni Yang turned her eyes to Mo Qishen, "Brother Mo, please go out. The kitchen is not a place for men like you."
Mo Qishen chuckled, "A real man should be able to entertain in the living room and cook in the kitchen."
Ni Yang chuckled lightly, "Then, I will wash the dishes, and you can dry them."
Mo Qishen took the dish from Ni Yang, "Or I should wash the dishes, and you can dry them."
He thought, how could he let his wife do the dirty and exhausting work of washing dishes?
In her previous life, Ni Yang had never dated a man, so she didn't know what her feelings towards Mo Qishen were.
But she knew, if it were any other man, she'd refuse without hesitation, and she certainly wouldn't let him get this close.
Could it be love?
Ni Yang suddenly wondered in her heart.
She glanced at Mo Qishen, seeing him concentrating on washing the dishes. The dim light in the room cast a halo on him, making him look noble and mysterious. Even washing dishes didn't affect his aura.
