Hearing Jiang Cheng's considerate words, Zhao Xuerou's expression did not soften; instead, it showed more confusion and bewilderment.

You should know that since they got married, Jiang Cheng has never done any housework. Even something as simple as "when the garbage bag is full, just tidy it up, tie a knot, take it out, and put a new garbage bag on it" is something Jiang Cheng has never done, let alone washing dishes like today.

Looking at the man in front of her, who seemed to have been possessed, Zhao Xuerou felt no relief, but rather extreme disbelief and a deep sense of unease.

Instead of putting down everything in her hands, she nervously grabbed Jiang Cheng's wrist, stared at his face for a long time, and then released her hand in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng chuckled.

Zhao Xuerou shook her head in confusion, biting her lip and raising her voice slightly, "I just... I just don't understand why you suddenly started doing housework. You never used to help me."

"Isn't it because I felt you were working hard?"

Hearing Zhao Xuerou's direct sarcasm, Jiang Cheng felt his face flush red.

Even if the projection in the dream dimension wasn't him, or even a clone or silhouette, they were still identical carbon-based beings, with no difference in their genetic sequence. From a macroscopic perspective, they could indeed be considered the same person.

Thinking of this, his tone became even more hesitant and guilty as he explained, "Alright, alright, stop arguing with me about this. Can't I even change my opinion of you? Aren't you happy that I'm helping you?"

"Of course I'm happy!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Xuerou gave her most sincere answer: "How could I possibly be unhappy?"

"That's settled then, isn't it?"

Jiang Cheng stopped arguing with Zhao Xuerou and instead waved his hand impatiently, saying, "Alright, alright, go take a shower first. Don't waste time. It's already late, and you have to get up early for work tomorrow."

"Oh, okay..."

Hearing Jiang Cheng's tone return to normal, Zhao Xuerou felt a moment of disorientation.

But he was right. It was already very late, and they couldn't waste any more time, otherwise she definitely wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuerou sighed almost imperceptibly again, turned around and went into the bedroom: "Then I'll go take a shower first, and I'll leave the rest of the cleanup to you."

Don't worry.

Jiang Cheng avoided Zhao Xuerou's burning gaze, and simply lowered his head to clean up the oil stains and small pieces of trash left over from the meal on the table.

After entering the bedroom, Zhao Xuerou seemed to be changing clothes, and there were constant rustling sounds that attracted Jiang Cheng's attention.

But at the same time, he also reminded himself not to care too much about everything in the dream world, and quickly sent Zhao Xuerou to take a bath so that he would have time to complete his purpose.

After a while, the sound of Zhao Xuerou's slippers clattering came from the doorway of the room.

"I...aren't you going to take a shower too? How about I wait for you and we shower together?"

When Zhao Xuerou uttered these ambiguous words, it still made Jiang Cheng, whose heart was as calm as still water, feel a jolt.

He turned around with a slight surprise, only to meet Zhao Xuerou's shy and aroused gaze.

She was no longer wearing that somewhat stiff work uniform; instead, she was wearing a blue silk skirt. The lace trim on the shoulder straps and neckline perfectly accentuated Zhao Xuerou's fair skin, and the several openwork details at her slender waist made her look even more charming.

Jiang Cheng didn't dare to look at her attire any longer, and could only awkwardly shift his gaze to her fair little feet in the fluffy slippers.

This woman is so alluring...

Even though Jiang Cheng always prided himself on his composure, his heart wavered the moment he saw Zhao Xuerou, who was extremely lethal at that moment.

Jiang Cheng tensed up, turning his head as if facing a formidable enemy, and said stiffly, "Uh, cough cough, it's okay, no need. I haven't finished cleaning up yet, and I still have to wash the dishes and stuff later. If you wait for me, won't it be too late? Besides, the water heater at home is really small, only enough for one person to shower at a time. Don't catch a cold. You go ahead and shower. I'll wait for you, no rush."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng wanted to slap himself.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

What does "I'll wait for you, there's no rush" mean?

What are we waiting for?

Wait for her to sleep together?!

Jiang Cheng turned his head in frustration, and rubbed his forehead when Zhao Xuerou couldn't see him, trying to calm himself down and stabilize his state.

But Zhao Xuerou didn't pay much attention to any of that. She only noticed her situation of being rejected, nodded sadly, and locked herself in the bathroom.

It seems that only this small bathroom is their safe haven from everything.

Jiang Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief after the sound of the shower water started.

Forcibly avoiding the torment in his heart, he quickly carried the mess of bowls, chopsticks, plates and dishes into the kitchen, but Jiang Cheng did not rush to wash the dishes, but returned to the living room.

"What was Zhao Xuerou saying just now...?"

He quickly recalled the names of those items, and with Gu Qingwan's prompting, continued scanning.

"camera……"

"A small, ugly bag that I knitted myself..."

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