Mo Shichen cooked quite a few dishes; dinner was a bit late, close to eight o'clock, but the variety of dishes was rich and tasted much better than Wen Yi had imagined. She felt quite good after the meal.
After dinner, Wen Yi looked at him and said in a drawn-out tone, "I don't do dishes, and I haven't really cleaned up the kitchen much."
She hadn't been living there for long, and had hardly used the kitchen.
The man's gentle smile responded compliantly, "I'll do it."
Once everything was tidied up, Mo Shichen went back to the underground parking garage to bring up the luggage he had left behind because his hands were full when he came over earlier in the evening. He picked out some clothes and took a shower in the bathroom.
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