But just as Jian Shuyao was thinking about the washing machine, Chu Anche spoke up, "I like wearing hand-washed clothes."
Jian Shuyao almost spat out blood. What did he mean by liking hand-washed clothes?
She had only heard of people choosing clothes based on material, some liked pure cotton, others preferred blended fabrics, but she had never heard of anyone distinguishing between hand-washed and machine-washed.
Watching Chu Anche leave emotionlessly, Jian Shuyao's inner turmoil was so intense she felt like running up to him and giving him a beating.
Jian Shuyao, in misery, hugged the big pile of clothes and turned to enter the bathroom.
She had intended to throw them in the washing machine, but after giving it some thought, she decided to wash them by hand instead.
There were Chu Anche's shirts, sweaters, pants.
Wait, why were there underwear as well?
It was Jian Shuyao's first time handling a man's underwear, and her face turned red... she withdrew her hand.