To get so rest earlier, Fang Baichen went to take a shower after the staff left.
Seeing Wen Qiao was still busy, Shi Koufan took his and her belongings to his bedroom on the second floor.
After coming back down, he went to the kitchen, "I’ll help you."
It was getting late, and Wen Qiao was indeed a bit tired. She didn’t bother being polite, "Then you can wipe down this counter."
Shi Koufan was quite efficient when he got to work, and in no ti, he had the counter cleaned up.
He leaned close to Wen Qiao, "I’ll help you wash the dishes."
Before Wen Qiao could voice her rejection, sothing caught her eye, and then she was gently pushed aside.
Qi Ming stood between Wen Qiao and Shi Koufan and said to her, "You go take a shower and remove your makeup. Leave this place to and Shi Koufan."
Wen Qiao felt very suspicious and uneasy about Qi Ming’s action.
"What sneaky thing are you plotting now?"
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Qi Ming, "What do you an by ’what sneaky thing’—never mind, I won’t hold it against you for the al you provided. You hurry up and take a shower, I’ll wash the dishes for you."
As he spoke, he gave Wen Qiao a little push and took off the rubber gloves she was wearing from her hands, then put them on his own.
Wen Qiao stumbled a bit, and seeing Qi Ming acting so earnest, not like he was joking, she hesitated, "Why are you being so kind? Just for a al?"
"Yeah, what else? You wouldn’t think I had so other reason for wanting to help you with the dishes," Qi Ming picked up the dish sponge and pressed the soap dispenser.
"....."
The familiar formula, the familiar scent.
"Hey, you’ve used too much dish soap! You don’t need that much." Wen Qiao, concerned, stepped forward, "Give it to . You’ve squeezed out so much soap, I’m afraid it won’t get clean and we’ll all be poisoned tomorrow."
"Got it, I’ll use less, stop worrying." Qi Ming dodged her, giving Wen Qiao a look, "Mainly because your makeup has smudged, go take it off quickly so you don’t scare anyone."
"Really?"
Wen Qiao touched her face as he said it, and it was indeed sticky.
"Really, really." Qi Ming pointed at her face from a distance, "Your foundation has co off, go remove it quickly, or else you’ll break out."
Hearing about the risk of breakouts, Wen Qiao hesitated no longer and turned, clacking her heels as she walked upstairs.
With Wen Qiao gone, only Qi Ming and Shi Koufan were left in the kitchen. Qi Ming glanced at Shi Koufan from the corner of his eye; his expression didn’t seem any different from before.
Hoping it was just his own overthinking.
Qi Ming’s eyes wandered, attempting to look at Shi Koufan nonchalantly, when the man suddenly spoke up, "Since Brother Qiao and Mr. Fang knew each other from before, they’ll definitely room together. So, how about we room together too?"
Though he was asking for Qi Ming’s opinion, he laid out the premise so Qi Ming didn’t have much of a choice.
"Okay."
This way, I can keep an eye on you, in case you try any tricks.
Without further discussion, the atmosphere between them fell into silence.
When Shi Koufan went upstairs, he saw Wen Qiao’s door closed tightly. He knocked twice, no one answered, so he left.
He went back to his room to grab his toiletries and headed to the bathroom to shower.
When Qi Ming arrived at the bedroom with his suitcase, Shi Koufan hadn’t returned yet. He sorted the items from his suitcase and paused as his gaze landed on the belongings in the corner.
Isn’t that Wen Qiao’s suitcase?
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