About half of the laundry had already been finished.
As Qiong Xing hung up the completed clothes first, he suddenly felt something tug at the hem of his shirt.
Looking down, he found Mao standing there.
"Help."
"Thank you, Mao."
Mao seemed much more accustomed to his human form than he had been at the beginning.
Qiong Xing smiled at the familiar blue eyes looking up at him, the same eyes he had possessed as a cat.
Mao appeared to be around the same age as the twins.
However, having spent most of his life as a cat, everything about living as a person was new to him.
Walking, speaking, and daily life itself were all unfamiliar, and he seemed to struggle with many things.
Still, perhaps because he wanted to adapt as quickly as possible, he now spent most of his time in his beastman form.
He often helped Qiong Xing like this.
Though clumsy, he always did his best with his small hands.
"Wash."
"That's right. Just do whatever you're able to."
