Ou Lan looked at Zhan Moxiao with a deep sense of grievance and said, "That washboard was originally bought for you to kneel on; now that you no longer need to kneel, you should be secretly pleased. Why are you still fussing about washing socks?"
Zhan Moxiao elegantly shifted his position, continued leaning against the door frame, and watched her with a smile. "Wife, now I'm going to teach you another important training exercise."
"What?"
"Keep your word, follow through with your actions!"
Ou Lan, "..."
After a few seconds of silence, she coldly took his smelly socks and walked back to the bathroom, while Zhan Moxiao watched her receding figure, his laughter both devastating and enthralling.
Pouting, Ou Lan found a basin, filled it halfway with water, brought over the washboard, and was just about to wash the socks when a pair of men's underwear fell on her head.