In the kitchen, Yan Luoxi complained while washing dishes, "What kind of detergent is this? Could it hurt my hands? I want to use Liby instead."
Having just showered, Li Yeqi came down and heard her muttering. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her with amusement, "Complaining about washing dishes, huh? Why so many grievances?"
Yan Luoxi jumped in surprise, turning to meet his smiling eyes. She grumbled, "The thing I hate doing the most is washing dishes, without a doubt."
Her expression was one of deep suffering, which made Li Yeqi particularly helpless. He walked over, teasing, "Having the hands that just held a trophy wash dishes is indeed a bit inhumane."
"It's extremely inhumane," Yan Luoxi pouted.
Standing behind her, Li Yeqi asked, "How about this, you give me a kiss, and I'll do the washing?"
