Yang Peimin finished breakfast, drowsy with sleep.
Shen Yixiang was picking up dirty clothes to wash. Yang Peimin glanced over; these were all Yiguang's. He had been out on field exercises for so long, who knew if he had ever changed clothes? It seemed not, as they were completely covered in mud. Even if she washed them, it wouldn't be easy.
Her own clothes had been washed last night after taking a bath—just a few pieces of underwear. Seeing Shen Yixiang's grand gestures, Yang Peimin said, "Just leave them there. I'll wash them later."
Shen Yixiang gave her a look and said nonchalantly, "I used to help my family with the laundry all the time when I was little. Don't worry, I've still got the skills. Brother's few items are nothing. Now that you're finished eating, why not just sit aside?"
Yang Peimin, seeing that Shen Yixiang did not seem to want help, left her to it, only asking for some hot water to be mixed in so it wouldn't be so cold.
