After washing such a large pile of clothes, Qin Youbei felt like she was about to run out of breath; she had carried a total of ten buckets to the drying area.
But just as she thought to catch her breath, Gu Xiao came over and, like Huang Shiren, sneeringly said, "You're slacking."
He had just taken a shower and was only draped in a bathrobe, casually tied at the waist, revealing his robust and powerful chest.
Droplets of water still clung to his hair, steadily falling from his locks onto his chest, looking sensual and tempting.
Qin Youbei didn't want to say another word, nor did she have the energy to say it.
She silently spread out the clothes one by one, fussed with them a little, and then hung them on the hangers.
Gazing at the neat rows of clean, fragrant clothes, Qin Youbei's joy soared to her brows; a sudden sweetness filled her heart as if she had tasted honey.
Even though she was quite exhausted and her hands had been rubbed red and sore.
