***
After finishing, she lazily pointed to the few pieces of melon rind on the table and said to Qiao Chutian, "My foot is not convenient, so could you throw these melon rinds into the trash for me?"
Qiao Chutian looked at the few pieces of horribly gnawed melon rind and his face darkened, "I have a cleanliness obsession!"
"Oh, I don't have a cleanliness obsession. If you don't want to throw them away, let's just wait for Auntie Li to do it, I don't mind anyway."
Mai Xiaomai leaned on the couch, pulling her feet up and picked up a book from beside her to read.
"People are supposed to sit on this sofa, can you put your feet down?"
Our cleanliness-obsessed Mr. Handsome Qiao couldn't stand it again.
"Can't, my foot is uncomfortable, it only feels comfortable like this."
Mai Xiaomai was being stubborn.
