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Meanwhile, on the other side.
Song Nuan came back from art class, her clothes were stained with paint here and there.
Lu Yan walked alongside, staring at Song Nuan: "Go home and change that clothes first, then we'll go for dinner."
Song Nuan nodded obediently.
Then she looked up at him: "Are you saying that because you think I'm dirty now?"
Lu Yan: "..."
That question was especially sharp.
"Not dirty, but at least they need to be clean, if clothes are dirty, they should be changed, right?" Lu Yan taught in a grown-up manner.
"Will you do my laundry?" Song Nuan tilted her head, smiling at him from the passenger seat: "I never did my laundry at home, someone always helped me. And my clothes can't go in the washing machine, it's either hand wash or dry clean."
"Plus my studies are very busy, I don't have time to do laundry myself, so I can only ask you to do it for me."
Lu Yan: "..."
He carefully pondered over these words.
