"Thanks…" She instinctively began to thank him with a smile, but, catching herself halfway, thinking of what he had just said, she swallowed the remaining word and hurriedly added, "Let's eat, or it'll get cold!"
After the meal, she immediately stood up to clear the table.
Seeing her move to the sink to wash up, Leng Zimo promptly stopped her, "Just have the cleaning service come over tomorrow!"
"It's just two bowls, there's no need to have someone else come over!" She swiftly turned on the tap, poured some detergent, and quickly washed the dishes clean before placing them in the rack.
Leng Zimo was quite pleased by her use of the term "someone else." Sitting at the edge of the table, he watched her bustle about in the kitchen and eventually come to the sink to wash her hands. He stood up, walked over, pressed the soap dispenser for her, and then extended his right hand to help her wash.
Feeling his chest pressed against her back, Luo Xiaoqian's face grew hot.
