That night, Song Xiaodong really didn't do anything; the three of them just slept cuddled up together.
The next morning, Song Xiaodong got up early to exercise. By the time he came back and took a shower, Miao Qingqing had come in to freshen up.
The two people, having lived together for so long and sharing the same bathroom, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Dongzi," Miao Qingqing said as she brushed her teeth, suddenly turning her head to look at Song Xiaodong.
"What's up?" Song Xiaodong was washing his hair, his head covered in foam.
"Thank you."
Song Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you suddenly thanking me?"
Miao Qingqing cracked a slight smile and said, "Just felt like thanking you," then playfully turned her head away and continued brushing her teeth.
