Jiang Jiu wanted to ignore it, but her OCD wouldn't allow her to resist picking up the man's underwear and washing it.
This was the first time she had ever washed a man's personal clothing. When she had been with Liang Xu before, they had never had such an experience.
The black boxer-briefs were simple enough, but glancing at the shape in the front, Jiang Jiu's face turned red again.
Damn, it's so big.
Her cheeks looking like they were cooked shrimp, she finished washing Jiang Siyan's underwear, and he was right—it was indeed hot!
Jiang Jiu couldn't wait to open the bathroom door, went out to the balcony, and hung up the freshly washed items.
Jiang Siyan had his arms crossed in front of his chest, leaning against the wall as he watched her movements, "You washed my underwear."
It was a statement, and the smile on his face was somewhat punchable.
Jiang Jiu feigned composure, "I just washed it along with the rest."
"Oh, hard work for our Little Jiu Jiu."
"Speak properly!"
