"..."
Xiang Yongming instantly fell silent.
...
Mo Shangjun, with nothing to do, kept watching Xiang Yongming "standing at attention."
Used to "slacking off," Xiang Yongming thought she would only stay for a short while. He didn't expect her to wait until the laundry was done, and he was miserable. Standing in strict military posture was exhausting both mentally and physically.
Fortunately, fearing it would take too much time, Mo Shangjun had chosen a short cycle on the washing machine earlier. It was over in twenty minutes.
As soon as the washing machine stopped, Mo Shangjun went to retrieve the clothes.
Before long, she came out carrying a bucket of water.
"Ten more minutes."
Mo Shangjun especially reminded him as she walked past.
The gleeful Xiang Yongming saw his little plan to slack off crushed by her words.
But—
His gaze swept over and caught a glimpse of Mo Shangjun's right hand holding the bucket.
