Zuo Qing was stuffed, her stomach filled with a heap of unappetizing food.
She ate it all up.
Ye Shaoting took the dishes away and went into the kitchen to wash them.
Zuo Qing felt a bit guilty. Although the food was a bit bad, he made her dinner as soon as he got back, and now he was proactively cleaning up.
Supporting her waist, she went to the kitchen door, where Ye Shaoting had rolled up his sleeves, exposing his strong arms.
The man was seriously washing dishes, his fine fringe swaying with his movements.
From a certain angle, this man indeed had a certain charm.
He said he hadn't had any romantic history before her, but Zuo Qing didn't quite believe it.
He was excellent, at least judging by his qualifications.
A man as outstanding as him, up until now, had never dated anyone nor had feelings for any girls—it just sounded fake.
Could there be something wrong?
