This scenario had never happened before.

To be honest, Ye Zhou was somewhat stunned.

"What's up?"

Jiang Jiayan smiled slightly, lowered her eyes, and combed a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind behind her ear.

"Ye Zhou, let me help you clean up."

Jiang Jiayan smiled as she walked past the window, the hem of her lace dress fluttering in the wind.

Even the wind couldn't resist peeking.

A bucket and a mop were already placed by the door.

She hadn't even touched the mop yet.

"Need not."

Ye Zhou's deep voice rang out.

Jiang Jiayan's fingers were slightly bent, hovering in mid-air.

Ye Zhou always speaks incisively.

"When have you ever done this kind of rough work? Let me do it; you'll only make things worse."

The smile on Jiang Jiayan's lips disappeared.

I don't know why?

She felt a sense of loss.

Indeed, it seems she has never been on duty.

At that time,

The boy always volunteered to do chores for her, and she didn't have to say a word.

Jiang Jiayan and Susan always left very early.

Ye Zhou was left alone, and he always kept the classroom spotless.

It was originally supposed to be the two of them on duty.

At that time, Ye Zhou always had a smile on his lips, as if it were a sweet thing.

The tightness in my chest is back.

Jiang Jiayan held back, let out a soft breath, and decisively grabbed the mop with her hand in mid-air.

"It's okay. You helped me before, and now I'll help you too."

She grabbed the mop and shoved it into the bucket.

"Plop!—"

"Thump!—"

In an instant, water splashed everywhere.

Because of the excessive force, the dirty water splashed a lot of mud on the pink and white haute couture short skirt.

Even their legs and shoes were not spared.

"ah!"

My body suddenly became very dirty and had a strange smell.

She was completely clean!

In her panic, Jiang Jiayan let go of her hand.

"Thump!—"

The dark gray water flowed onto the originally clean white tiles.

The bucket tipped over.

The two people at opposite ends of the classroom looked at each other.