Ink as words is just being pretentious

  "Ink as words......" Xia Yan's teeth itched with hatred, enunciating each word clearly as she shouted his name "You're really a pig. I believe that within a month, I'll go bankrupt and then wander the streets."

  She will go bankrupt sooner or later with this eating habit.

  "Then I'll go with you." Mo Ruxian raised his eyes and smiled warmly at her.

  I want to slap that damn face to death. Calm down, calm down...

  She didn't want to see Mo Ru's unrefined eating habits, and since it was still early, Xia Ran got up to tidy the living room. The senior's sudden visit made her realize that from now on, she must keep the living room clean. Absolutely!

  The ground is full of trash and paper scraps. Can Mo Ruo Yan really sleep in such an environment? He's really a pig, he won't even clean up himself.

  "I owe you one." Xia Ran cursed Mò Rúyán, that dead pig, in a low voice as she took down the sofa cover that had been dirtied by Mò Rúyán.

  "Xian Xian, I'm sleepy, can I go to your place to sleep?" Before she knew it, Mo Ruyan had quietly floated behind Xia Xian Xian, startling her.

  Tired?

  "You're so comfortable." Xia Ranran's smile made Mo Rushi feel a chill.

  She was sweeping the house at midnight and you woke her up to make noodles, do you still want to sleep comfortably?

  "Mo Ruoyan, you wash these for me." Xia Ranran stuffed the sofa cover into Mo Ruoyan's arms and then pointed to the trash on the floor "Clean all of this up. And those dishes in the kitchen, wash them for me. I'll supervise."

  Xia Yan also enjoyed being served by others. She sat on the sofa, raised her legs, and looked at Mo Ruyan with raised eyebrows.

  This fool, can't just freeload all his life... let her support him!

  She somewhat agreed with Su Qing's words, raising a man.

  "Okay." Mo Ru said with a low head looking at the sofa cover, his voice weak "I won't."

  "Can't learn then don't talk nonsense! Go quickly." Xia Ran Yan flipped over, almost laughing out loud.

  "Sweep the floor first. Go to the kitchen to get the broom. The purple one." Xia Ranran knew that Mo Rushi didn't know what a broom was, so she added another sentence. Such an eye-catching purple color, he shouldn't be unable to see it, right?

  It turns out that Mo Ruyan still knows colors.

  The clock ticked away, and Xia Ran ordered Mo Ruyan to do this and that. Under Xia Ran's tyranny, Mo Ruyan reluctantly swept the floor, washed dishes, and washed sofa covers.

  Mo Ruoyan looks great, and his profile is also good-looking. To be honest, watching him work is more enjoyable than watching him eat noodles with relish. Xia Ran thought to herself.

  "Dye, I'm tired." Mo Ruoyan hung her head and looked depressed, with fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. She was obviously exhausted.

  Just sweep the floor and wash the dishes, that's all.

  Ink is just as words say, it's pretentious.

  "The sofa cover doesn't need to be washed. That can be handed over to the washing machine." Xia Ran let Mo Ruxin off, like a pardon.

  "Who is the washing machine?"

  "What's with all these questions?" Xia Ran glared at him with one eye.

  Look at the watch, it's almost time. Xia Ran went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face, and casually tidied up her hair. She took a look in the mirror and flashed a sweet smile.

  "Dye, take me with you." Mo Ruoyan stood at the door, a good-looking arc slipping across the corner of her mouth.

  Xia Yan almost stared blankly. It took a long time for her to come back to her senses. "No way!!!"

  If she brings a man to class, who knows what others will think.

  Mo Ruoyan refused to give up and continued to pester Xia Ran.

  "Stains, stains, stains..." Wherever Xia Yan went, Mo Ruxin followed.