```
"..." Chu Liangxia pouted in a grievance, yet she extended her hand to greet him with a bow, "Indeed, it is I."
Feng Ziheng: "..."
This girl must be stimulated.
Following her own dramas so passionately, to end up like this, she's quite the talent...
Soon, Chu Liangxia stood up again.
"Where to now?" Feng Ziheng asked in resignation.
"Take a shower," Chu Liangxia paused, lifted her hand to point at her head, and said seriously, "To cool off."
Feng Ziheng didn't bother with her anymore.
After she went upstairs, he picked up a knife resignedly and began unpacking her parcels.
Household items were categorized into one group, snacks into another, and various random small gifts into yet another; he didn't throw away anything of hers. Instead, it was Feng Ziheng, who had developed a touch of OCD in the army, who organized her packages neatly.
