Even though she knew Ding Jinshi is a neat freak, he still made himself at home in her bed last night. Even if she hadn't taken action, he would have helped her change the sheets, but seeing Ding Jinshi eagerly do it himself was a different mood altogether.
"Hm!" Ding Long stood at Ding Jinshi's doorway, coldly snorted, returned to her room, and without a word, changed her own bedding. She threw the replaced sheets straight at Ding Jinshi, "Wash them together."
Ding Jinshi stared at Ding Long, "What kind of expression is that?" Ding Jinshi thought, was she wrong? Was Ding Long actually disgusted by her bed?
"Disgusted, can't you see?" Ding Long raised an eyebrow.
Ding Jinshi was so angry she considered picking up the broom beside her to beat this person called Ding Long to death, "I'm even more disgusted by your stuff, wash it yourself!"
