Zhang Moyan looked at him without saying anything. If she spoke, Xiao Xingyu knew that the next sentence would be "What are you talking about..."

After a moment of staring at each other, Xiao Xingyu was defeated: "Okay, okay, pack up, pack up."

"Excuse me," Zhang Moyan cleared her throat gently, "Then I'll go inside and come out after you've cleaned up."

"?" Xiao Xingyu couldn't quite believe his ears: "You mean... I'll help you clean up by myself? You won't participate?"

Obviously, this is what the other party meant.

Xiao Xingyu turned around and found a piece of lace fabric, hooked it with one finger and turned it back: "Is this your own..."

Zhang Moyan has already run away.

And closed the door with a "bang".

Xiao Xingyu stared into the air, speechless and choked.

After briefly adjusting his mindset, he told himself that there was no point in arguing with a drunkard, so he resigned himself to his fate by rolling up his sleeves and shoving everything around him into a few shopping bags.

After finishing the simple and rough storage, he carried several bags of things to the entrance hall. When he saw the door, he remembered that it could not be opened, so he had to put them there.

He returned to the sofa and sat there in a daze for a while, as if he didn't know what day it was.

My eyes wandered around the cabin, and I saw the shopping bags in the entrance, with green clothes sticking out of them frizzily. Someone's request echoed in my ears: "Throw it away far away, don't let me see it again."

It's still visible from this angle.

As if suffering from some kind of acute obsessive-compulsive disorder, Xiao Xingyu went over without saying a word, picked up the things, and slammed them into the kitchen.

Turning around, he suddenly reflected on himself - was he working as a babysitter?

No.

He denied it, saying that he had grown up. I heard that when people grow up, they will love doing housework, which is a sign of a man's maturity.

While Xiao Xingyu was thinking about life, Zhang Moyan was typing away on the keyboard in the room, fiercely fighting to defend his position as the male lead.

By forcibly tampering with the direction of the story and piling up super luxurious phrases, the male protagonist of "National Male God, Come Here" changed his fate against all odds and immediately won the hearts of a number of girls.

In order to settle the situation, Zhang Moyan had overworked his brain and his head felt heavy. But the good thing was that the alcohol might have had a numbing effect and the abdominal pain seemed to have eased a little.

The living room was still very tidy even without the green stall. After Xiao Xingyu cleaned it up, he didn't go to call Zhang Moyan as agreed. On the contrary, he sincerely hoped that Zhang Moyan would fall asleep in there. He really didn't know how to comfort someone who had been heartbroken. Although it was quite fun, he didn't want to do it.

He took the mug and drank the remaining wine out of boredom, and heard the sound of Zhang Moyan opening the door behind him.

Keeping the cup on the coffee table, he saw Zhang Moyan standing still at the bedroom door like a tree stump. After two full minutes, she walked from the door to the living room with a look of panic on her face and circled in front of him at least three times.

"Where are my clothes?!"

"Throw it away."

Zhang Moyan's eyes trembled violently, as if she had heard some terrible news.

Xiao Xingyu frowned ominously: "Aren't you going to throw it away?"

Zhang Moyan clenched her hands at her sides, her body trembling slightly. Something seemed to be churning inside her, yet also calming down. After a long moment, she uttered a barely audible, self-possessed voice, "Yes... I want to throw it away."

Xiao Xingyu watched her sit down beside him, her fingers entwined nervously. She looked at him with resentment in her eyes, then back at her own hands, her heart knotted with worry, as if she was filled with grievances but couldn't express them.

Xiao Xingyu leisurely leaned back on the sofa, his slender arm resting on the back of the sofa, and asked without hesitation: "Benefactor, are you okay?"