Chapter 1685

Chapter 1685

Bag.

Long skirt.

Sweater.

High heels.

Dong Xuebing struggled to bend over and fetched them from under the bed, tossing them onto the bed one by one before straightening up.

"Alright."

"Mm."

"Just 'mm'? No, thank you?"

"Do I owe you thanks, kid?"

"Fine, consider me unlucky today."

Dong Xuebing also sat on the bed, massaging his sore waist and shoulders. He had exerted a lot of effort pulling Fang Wenping out earlier. With Fang Wenping's not-so-slim weight and the force needed to extract her from under the bed, Dong Xuebing had nearly strained his waist. Moving his waist made creaking sounds, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

Fang Wenping, however, didn't even glance at him. She tightened the towel around her body. Her legs, wrapped in torn stockings, couldn't be covered. She seemed indifferent, even crossing her legs in front of Dong Xuebing. She reached out for her phone, which had its battery removed earlier, snapped it back in, and turned it on. But a call came in just as the phone powered on and the startup music finished playing.

Ring, ring, ring.

Fang Wenping turned her head, "Don't say anything."

"Got it," Dong Xuebing grunted.

Fang Wenping answered the call, "Hello, Xiaoling."

Indeed, it was Fang Shuiling calling, and Dong Xuebing could hear her excited voice from the phone next to him.

"Auntie, you finally answered," Fang Shuiling said.

Fang Wenping replied, "Just woke up. What's up, looking for me?"

Fang Shuiling said, "Nothing's wrong. I was just worried about you. Nobody answered the phone earlier, and it couldn't connect later."

The call ended.

Fang Wenping dropped the phone, and the affectionate expression on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold and icy expression as she looked at Dong Xuebing.

Dong Xuebing glanced at her. "What?"

"Get me some clothes," Fang Wenping demanded.

"I told you I don't have any. Only my clothes are in the closet. You've seen them. Even if you wear them, they won't fit you. Well, you can wear pajamas," Dong Xuebing said.

Fang Wenping insisted, "You want me to walk around in pajamas?"

"I don't have any other clothes," Dong Xuebing shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me where you go. I'm tired. I'll sleep for a while. You can go wherever you want." With that, Dong Xuebing lay on the bed, pushing Fang Wenping's clothes and bag to the side. But just a few seconds after lying down, his feet were kicked, and he sat up angrily. "Why are you kicking me?"

Fang Wenping's expression was blank. "Where's the bathroom?"

"In the east room, the one south of the east room. The hot water is already on. Just turn it on," Dong Xuebing lay back down. However, Fang Wenping kicked him again soon after. "What now?"

Fang Wenping commanded, "I'm going to take a shower. Wash my clothes for me."

Dong Xuebing stared, "Why should I wash your clothes for you?"

"I've never washed them before, I don't know how," Fang Wenping said matter-of-factly.

Dong Xuebing didn't believe she had never washed clothes before. "I said you're getting too used to me. Last night, I took care of you for half the night. You even vomited on me, and I didn't ask you to wash my clothes. You don't treat me like an outsider. Are we that close?"

Fang Wenping was even more stubborn, "I twisted my waist and can't wash clothes."

"My waist hurts too," Dong Xuebing turned away, ignoring her.

After a while, Fang Wenping didn't say anything. Dong Xuebing secretly glanced over and saw Fang Wenping grimacing in pain as she walked out as if she had twisted her waist. Underneath the torn stockings, Fang Wenping's beautiful buttocks trembled as she left.

Dong Xuebing's heart softened as he looked at her. He glanced at the dirty clothes on the bed, slapped his forehead, and said to Fang Wenping's back, "Just these two pieces of clothing, right?"

Fang Wenping turned around, her face dark. "And underwear."

Dong Xuebing: "You don't mince words with me, do you?"