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After a fierce two-hour battle, only with the help of Su Yiyi could Li Yifei finally manage to clean up Meng Xiaofei's messy den. Looking at the pile of results, Li Yifei felt a stream of imaginary black lines rising from his head.
Supermarket-sized bags, four of them full of trash, along with six pairs of stockings, seven pairs of underwear, and five bras, all of which had been fished out from under the bed, within the crevices of the sofa, and places like that.
Seeing these items, and then looking back at Meng Xiaofei who at the moment was lying comfortably on the chaise lounge of the sofa, with pillows under her head and her plump little feet crossed and swinging leisurely while eating a bag of chips and watching TV. She seemed the picture of carefree comfort.
"Meng Xiaofei, do you really think we are your housekeepers?" Li Yifei said as he slapped her thigh.
