The next morning, Zhao Rong stepped out of his bedroom, ready to head downstairs to the washroom.
He suddenly saw Xuelian standing at the bathroom door, holding a toothbrush in her left hand and toothpaste in her right.
She said gently, "Brother Zhao Rong, I've already squeezed the toothpaste for you, and I've prepared a towel too."
Seeing how attentive Xuelian is, letting her move in was the right decision. At least I have someone to squeeze my toothpaste and hand me a towel in the morning. Zhao Rong thought.
Taking the toothbrush and towel, Zhao Rong looked at her and said, "Thank you."
Hearing his thanks, Xuelian replied shyly, "As long as you're happy, Brother Zhao Rong, I'll serve you like this every morning."
Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment. Good grief. Having such a beautiful girl serve me every morning is something I'm still not quite used to.
With that, he went into the bathroom to wash up.
