"As you spoke, your gaze inadvertently shifted to Zhao'er, whose eyes had never left you. Seeing you look her way, she smiled faintly."
Zhao'er's other movements were rather stiff, but her smile was pure and genuine, radiating a warmth that felt like a sunny May spring day."
By the way, doing the dishes had always been your job, and now that you finally had a girlfriend, you still ended up washing them. o(︶︿︶)o
Not for any other reason than your mother's remark that "dish soap is harsh on the hands."
Alright, you're a man, and these dirty jobs indeed have to be done by yourself.
Once you had tidied everything up and stepped out of the kitchen, you discovered that the living room furniture—sofa and coffee table—had been moved to the entryway and the adjoining corridor. The living room was now empty, and your mother had set up the Innate Eight Trigrams Array smack in the middle!
Huh?
That's not right!
