Qing Linger stood up and threw the towel at Guan Yu. He said angrily, "I hate it, no matter what you do, wipe it by myself."

I didn't expect Qingling's reflection to be so big, but I didn't think it was as big as my reflection below.

"Hey, don't go. Help people to send Buddha to the west. At least help me wipe my legs off? How else do you sleep? Guan Yu's voice is higher than that of a sentence, because Qing Ling-er doesn't pay attention to him at all.

"Let me hang your clothes first. You can watch TV first." Qing Ling'er did this in order to ease...