"Change your clothes, I'll wash them for you."
Wu Qiangwei took out a towel from the bathroom and tossed it over.
Song Guanchao's clothes were already dry, but since she offered to wash them, he saw no reason to refuse.
After taking a shower, Song Guanchao came out, a towel wrapped around his waist, strutting casually.
Under Wu Qiangwei's calm expression, her heart was in a flutter.
She took the clothes, threw them into the washing machine, and pressed the drying button, saying, "I'm going to take a nap too."
"Oh, alright."
Song Guanchao scratched his head, wondering if this rainy day could bring them closer.
But alas, Wu Qiangwei didn't give him the chance.
He lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
The alarm rang, and upon waking, it was already half-past eight.
Wu Qiangwei was already outside the bathroom, freshening up.
The eternal combo of white shirt and black trousers, yet never dull.
"Awake?" she asked, spitting out toothpaste foam and looking over.
