Facing Huang Qingtian's inquiry, a certain someone stared at him with big, bewildered eyes: "If quilts aren't supposed to be washed with water, are they supposed to be dry-cleaned instead?"
Hearing this, Huang Qingtian silently raised his hand to cover his eyes.
Marrying a little wife who couldn't grasp any household chores was far from a minor headache.
Seeing Huang Qingtian cover those beautiful gray-green eyes with his palm, Mu Keren finally realized something was amiss.
Right then, she hurried out of the big tub. Her petite face looked frantic.
"Huang Qingtian, when I saw you washing the quilt before, it seemed like this was how you did it. So, I just..."
Her small mouth muttered, as if trying to explain herself.
Listening to the little one's words, Huang Qingtian then remembered that one day off when he indeed had washed all the quilts in the house with this little tail behind him.