I still laughed at Song Yiyi's anger.
The washing machine, which had originally had its lid closed, was now open and filled with water.
Soaking in the water were all of Cen Yue's underwear.
All wet.
Without exception.
Cen Yue lowered his eyes and looked helplessly at the last piece of underwear in his hand that he could have kept.
He washed it off with his own hands.
Can you blame Song Yiyi?
The answer is of course no.
It was a rare occasion that Song Yiyi didn't sleep in. She got up early in the morning and looked for Cen Yue all over the house.
The yard's beef jerky is gone.
Instead, there was a spectacular sight of underwear flying in the wind all over the yard.
There was even some of hers mixed in there.
Song Yiyi covered her face, squatted down little by little, and laughed silently so hard that she almost couldn't straighten her back.
She wanted to see it.
What should Cen Yue do today?
The aroma of cooking meat wafted from the kitchen.
Song Yiyi sniffed and ran in to take a look.
The weather in the north is dry.
The beef jerky that has been dried for only two days can be steamed.
Cen Yue was tall and slender. He stood by the pot with chopsticks in his hand, picking up the cooked beef jerky and setting them aside to dry.
"Go wash up, and then we'll leave after breakfast."
Cen Yue looked straight ahead, his face calm.
Song Yiyi couldn't help but look down and asked tentatively: "Cen Yue, I forgot to tell you, yesterday when I opened the wardrobe, I accidentally knocked over your..."
She pursed her lips, suppressing the urge to laugh out loud, "I wanted to help you wash it, it was too much, so I soaked it in the washing machine, but I forgot."
Song Yiyi had a frank expression on her face, with no sense of lying at all.
"Are you still okay?"
Her eyes fell directly on Cen Yue.
Cen Yue's expression remained calm. "Yeah, still."
These two words seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth.
If she hadn't seen his ears gradually turning red, Song Yiyi would have been almost fooled by his apparent calmness.
So...Cen Yue was left empty-handed.
Song Yiyi turned and left the kitchen, her mouth grinning from ear to ear.
Cen Yue is somewhat of a germaphobe.
He never put underwear or socks in the washing machine.
He washes all of Song Yiyi's clothes.
He rubs underwear and socks by hand.
So even if it was newly bought, Cen Yue still had to rinse it with water before wearing it.
The washing machine soaked overnight.
He specifically asked for a fresh wash.
After dinner, the two set off.
As the car drove out of the compound, Song Yiyi chewed the spicy beef jerky that Cen Yue had prepared, and half-opened the car window to enjoy the fresh air.
She was in a bad mood.
Cen Yue, who was driving silently on the side, was unaware of this.
After all, there is no sense of security.
There were still some fluttering things hanging in the back seat.
It was Song Yiyi who insisted on hanging it up. Before leaving, she said righteously, "It'll dry quickly if you blow it dry. Why are you shy? It's so clean. Covering it will breed bacteria!"
The beef jerky is fried along the grain, and when you tear it open you see the grain, which is very beautiful.
Song Yiyi completely forgot what she had said and ate the beef jerky without any hesitation, glancing at Cen Yue while chewing.
Cen Yue felt uncomfortable watching this.
He knows what happened in the past few days.
Song Yiyi felt resentful.
Otherwise, resistance to him wouldn't be written all over her body.
Cen Yue knew that she was smart, so she didn't expose the sentry's plan to prevent her from leaving.
Instead, he was given a way out.
But that doesn't mean she forgives herself.
Cen Yue thought Song Yiyi would take revenge, but he never expected that she would take such an unconventional approach and choose such a way of revenge, which made him unable to defend himself.
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