Morning.
It was already past eight.
The East Room door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Dong Xuebin watched Fang Wenping's retreating figure disappear into the bathroom, then squatted miserably in the yard, holding her sweater and long skirt. He tossed them into the wooden basin on the ground, sighed, grabbed some detergent and sprinkled it in. Seeing that neither garment would bleed color, he soaked them in water. Then he lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, feeling like he really had nothing better to do. Why the hell had he agreed to wash Fang's clothes? Wasn't this just asking for trouble? Wouldn't it be better to go back to sleep?
But he had already agreed.
What else could he do? Wash them!
Dong Xuebin deeply regretted his moment of softness, but there was nothing he could do now. After soaking them for a while, he plunged his hands into the water, worked up the detergent foam, and began washing Fang Wenping's sweater. These things could have gone in the washing machine, but Dong Xuebin had never been good with that thing. Besides, the washing machine was in the bathroom, and Fang Wenping obviously would not let him in, so he had no choice but to wash them by hand.
One piece...
Two pieces...
Three pieces...
He had finished washing all her clothes.
Dong Xuebin then washed the clothes she had thrown up on last night, wiped Fang Wenping's high heels clean, and finally called it a day.
Sigh. It was finally done.
Dong Xuebin got up and was about to head back inside.
But just then, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
"Dong Xuebin!" Fang Wenping called from inside, sounding quite fierce.
"Huh?" Dong Xuebin answered with little patience. "What?"
"Are the clothes washed?" Fang Wenping asked.
Dong