Wen Qinghe was helpless; the clothes were machine washed, not washed by her.

However, this was a secret she couldn't reveal, so let him wash it if he wanted to. She shouldn't have to lift a finger.

"Okay, Brother Yan, goodnight!"

Yan Xiao listened to this new term with a sweet smile, "Goodnight, my darling."

After saying that, he helped her check if the curtains were drawn tightly and if the door lock was intact, and then went back.

After he left, Wen Qinghe went into her space to take a shower and put her underwear into the special washing machine for one-click washing and drying.

Then I went out and went to bed.

She didn't know the man hadn't gone far; he was still guarding the courtyard. Worried that Fang Ming would come knocking on her door again, he waited until late into the night, finally seeing the skinny man come out to drain the water.

Once he confirmed it was Fang Ming, he quietly went over, covered his mouth, and knocked him unconscious with a chop to the neck. He then dragged him to a small grove of trees not far away.

………

The next day, while it was still barely light, Fang Ming was awakened by the pain.

It is said that the nights in late autumn are as cool as water, and everyone starts covering themselves with blankets as early as October.

When Fang Ming went to the toilet last night, he was only wearing the shorts he had worn to bed, and he didn't even wear his glasses.

He had been out in the cold for most of the night and was so cold that he had lost all feeling.

But the excruciating pain in his ankle was unbearable for him.

Feeling both pain and cold, he opened his eyes and found himself in front of a door. Before he could even be surprised that he was there without any clothes on, he was in a room.

Then the door was opened from the inside, and a woman with a sallow complexion saw him and screamed in terror:

"Aaaaaah! Help! There's a pervert!!!"