Chen Yiran didn't speak, just looked at her with an expression that was somewhere between smiling and not.
Tianxin felt somewhat guilty under his gaze and couldn't help but look down slightly.
"Ok."
Eventually, she heard him sigh and give his consent.
"Great, good night, Brother Yiran!!" Tianxin jumped for joy, rushed over to Chen Yiran, gave him a big hug, and then darted back to the guest room as if she were escaping.
Chen Yiran smiled slightly, shook his head helplessly, and continued typing on his keyboard in front of the sofa.
At six o'clock the next morning, Tianxin woke up on time. With one flip, she got out of bed, dragged her slippers, carefully opened the door. The adjacent room was still quiet, Brother Yiran probably hadn't woken up yet.
She tiptoed through the living room, ran to the washing machine on the balcony, opened the door of the washing machine, which was empty.
Um... where are her underwear...
Tianxin was full of questions.
