After everyone left, it was a complete mess.
Tang ZhiLuo was tidying up the dining table.
Mo Xun came over and held her hand, "Don't clean up anymore. Just leave it—I'll call someone to take care of it tomorrow."
"That won't work. At the very least, the soup needs to be thrown away."
"I'll do it. Where should I toss it?"
"Into the garbage disposal," Tang ZhiLuo replied as she continued tidying up the rest.
Mo Xun carried the soup to dispose of it and came back, saying, "Leave the rest alone; it's already very late. Take a bath and go to sleep."
"I was just thinking that. Being married really makes celebrating New Year exhausting." Tang ZhiLuo rubbed her lower back and walked to the guest room to get her pajamas.
Mo Xun held her hand and gave her a suggestive look, "Sleep in the master bedroom tonight."
Tang ZhiLuo blushed slightly, "No way."
"The bed in the guest room is too small," he complained disdainfully.