Tang Xin slept in the guard's room, while the guard shared the night with other people.

The next morning, Tang Xin went to eat breakfast with dark circles under her eyes.

Seeing Lin Chuchu grit her teeth and say, "Comrade Lin slept quite well yesterday, even with all that noise, it didn't wake you up."

She stopped calling me "sister" and reverted to the distant "Comrade Lin."

Lin Chuchu nodded and said with a smile, "I slept really well. It seems Comrade Tang didn't sleep well."

How could Tang Xin possibly feel good? Sleeping in a gay man's bed, and not even with her own bedding, made her feel uncomfortable.

But she didn't dare to sleep on her own sheets and blankets, so she had to endure it.

Lin Chuchu didn't want to talk to her much. Today's buns were filled with sauerkraut, and she made two extra to eat when she got hungry.

Steamed buns, rice porridge, and pickled vegetables make for a simple breakfast.

After finishing her work for the day, Lin Chuchu planned to wash the bed sheets and blankets at home, and also turned on the fan to let the dampness in the room dissipate.

Her room had a small bathroom with a squat toilet, a shower, and very little space left.

But Lin Chuchu still put a washing machine in it.

Actually, each floor has a laundry room and drying room with washing machines, but Lin Chuchu didn't want to use them. After all, a bunch of grown men would be washing clothes there, and she didn't want to.

So she bought a washing machine herself, and all she has to do is pay the electricity bill each month.

Tang Xin, who was carrying a basin, heard the noise from Lin Chuchu's room and wanted to knock on the door to borrow the washing machine, but she didn't dare to because of Lin Chuchu's attitude.

In the end, it was sent to the laundry room to be washed.

When Lin Chuchu finished washing the items and brought them out, she ran into Tang Xin, but the two of them tacitly remained silent.

The drying room has two windows that are always open, and there are rows of clothes racks inside.

The men were afraid of getting their clothes mixed up, but Lin Chuchu wasn't afraid because there were hardly any women in the entire base.

However, just in case, Lin Chuchu always left the large items hanging here and put the smaller items inside the room.

Tang Xin's eyes widened when she saw Lin Chuchu's bed sheets and duvet cover. The material was good, pure cotton, and even the color was a beautiful pink with small flower patterns.

Looking at her own plain blue bed sheet, a sudden wave of jealousy washed over her.

Why is Lin Chuchu living such a good life?