I glanced at Xiao Qing and said subconsciously, "Xiao Qing, you should rest early, don't clean up anymore. These chores can't all be yours, you need rest too."
Xiao Qing nodded indifferently, showing no desire to chat with me. Seeing this, I didn't intend to embarrass myself further. I tidied up a bit, then got directly into my car and left the teahouse.
With things on my mind, I was eager to get home. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Min'er, clad in Yu Fei's pajamas, nestled in Yu Fei's arms. The two sat on the sofa, cuddling like a couple deeply in love. I was actually quite curious—how did they manage to maintain such lasting passion?
Upon hearing the noise behind her, Min'er turned her head first, leaning on the back of the sofa. Unlike Yu Fei's voluptuous figure, Min'er's chest area seemed a bit hollow, with a stretch of stark white skin that was somewhat glaring.
"Yo, Wen is back. Have you eaten?" Min'er winked at me playfully.
