The anger in Xichen's stomach was finally released through the clothes in his hands. However, these clothes were in terrible condition. At this time, every piece of them looked wrinkled.
She grimaced and frowned. Although she wanted to just hang up his clothes, she seemed to be very particular about clothes and would never wear wrinkled clothes when going out.
Sigh... Since she wants to show her kindness, she'd better be a good person to the end.
Reluctantly, he stood up holding the washbasin, came to the living room, and glared fiercely at the room where the dead man slept.
With a grimace, Xichen took out the electric iron and ironed his clothes bit by bit.
The material of his shirt felt very comfortable and soft. Even though it had been soaked in washing powder, his breath still seemed to remain on it. Ling Xichen blushed just by ironing his clothes.
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What should she do? Why did she suddenly feel that she looked like a virtuous wife ironing her husband's clothes?
This idea suddenly appeared in Xichen's mind, and he seemed to see a very harmonious picture in his eyes.
After the man got up early and got dressed, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then picked up his briefcase and turned around to go out. The wife, on the other hand, watched her husband go out with happiness on her face, and then stayed alone in the room.
Husband irons clothes.
Just thinking about it made her feel so happy.
However, she quickly came to her senses, shook her head as if in a panic, and said to herself: "Pan Xichen, you must be possessed! Come to your senses quickly."
After saying that, she continued to iron the dead man's clothes. She was completely unaware that the man in her fantasy was actually the dead man sleeping soundly on her bed.
That night, Xichen was busy until very late, so he hurriedly took a shower and went to bed.
Although the sofa was not spacious and soft, she had to be careful, lest she accidentally roll off.
In the middle of the night, Xichen was sleeping soundly when the door to her bedroom was slowly opened.
Fred looked towards the sofa, only to see that the sofa was empty.
My heart tightened, and I looked carefully, only to find that the girl had rolled up a quilt and rolled to the ground without knowing it.
Fortunately, the quilt was pressed under her body. From the looks of it, there must have been no pain from the fall, because the girl was still sleeping soundly.
