Holding onto his neck, Feng Chengyue immersed herself in Qiu Mingyan's deep kiss.
Looking at Feng Chengyue, Qiu Mingyan trembled momentarily, not knowing what to say, "Yue… Yu Yu…"
Feng Chengyue looked at him, then smiled deeply and said, "Don't be like this, Ming Yan. When we're together, how could there be a future without us doing each other's laundry? I did your laundry in Rong City too, why talk to your mom like that."
"That's different. In Rong City, there's a washing machine and a dryer. What do we have here? The well water is so cold, the detergent is low-quality and will hurt your hands, and you're sick now. This isn't about us sharing our little happiness at home. Yu Yu, you're not feeling well, don't you understand?"
The warm concern made Feng Chengyue's eyes instantly redden.
In discomfort, Feng Chengyue didn't speak.
Qiu Mingyan felt even more torn inside.
Being together, equality is naturally best.
