"Hey!" Xiang Xi's eyes bounced up before he even opened it. He swung his legs and threw the slippers on his feet directly towards Cheng Boyan. Cheng Boyan was not prepared and almost hit his face.

"Brother, are you back?" Xiang Xi saw that it was him, raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, then turned his hand and touched the armrest of the sofa, and whispered: "Don't drool..."

"Don't you take off your shoes when you sleep?" Cheng Boyan looked at his movements and was speechless. He went back to the shoe cabinet and squeezed some disinfectant, rubbed his hands, and went into the room to change his clothes.

"I just lay on the sofa for a while, but I didn't go to bed, so why are you taking off my shoes?" Xiang Xi kicked the slippers over and put them on. "Besides, look at the soles of your slippers, which are cleaner than my face. It's okay to let me lick them, what are you afraid of."

"Then you lick it," Cheng Boyan changed his clothes and walked out, pointing at his shoes, "I'll open my eyes if I lick it."

"Don't lick," Xiang Xi said, "It's useless to watch the show, don't lick."

"Clean up your stuff," Cheng Boyan frowned and went to open the window in the living room, "The room smells oily."

"Oh." Xiang Xi went over and packed the lunch box, threw it into the kitchen trash can, and took a rag out to wipe the table: "The fast food restaurant in your community is pretty good, and the green pepper and bacon is delicious."

"That's a dishwasher." Cheng Boyan looked at the rag in his hand, thought and waved his hand: "Forget it, change it later. You use it to wipe the floor, right?"

"Wipe the floor? Did you wipe it?" Xiang Xi shook the rag, "Why don't I remember."

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything, looked at him, turned around and entered the kitchen.

Xiang Xi followed him in and saw Cheng Boyan taking three new rags out of the drawer and replacing the original three pieces.

"What a waste, those are new." He couldn't help but say.

Cheng Boyan still didn't say anything, and returned to the computer in the living room, took a marker and a small notebook with a post-it note and went into the kitchen.

He tore three stickers and sticks them on the wall above the three rags, and then wrote the word "bowl" on the first one with a pen, then turned to look at Xiang Xi: "Do you know this word?"

"Bowl." Xiang Xi said.

"Yeah." He nodded and wrote the word "case" on the second one: "Where is this?"

"...This is...yes..." Xiang Xi scratched his head, a little inaccurate.

Cheng Boyan pulled off the sticker, posted a new one, and wrote the word "board": "Do you know this?"

"Ban," Xiang Xi said immediately, "This is easy to recognize."

"Do you know the word "knife"?" Cheng Boyan asked again.

"Recognize." Xiang Xi drew with his fingers.

"That's OK," Cheng Boyan wrote three stickers and lit them with a pen. "Dishwashers, chopping boards, and knifes, don't get them wrong."

"Oh—" Xiang Xi leaned against the wall with a long voice, "Brother, are you tired?"

"I'm tired, why don't you have such a memory, I'll be better." Cheng Boyan said and walked out of the kitchen.

"Then what do you use to wipe the floor?" Xiang Xi followed behind him, "Wipe the table, wipe the glass or something?"

Cheng Boyan sighed, turned around and grabbed Xiang Xi's arm and took him back to the kitchen, opened the cabinet next to the refrigerator and pointed: "Use these, Baijie wet wipes."

"A waste," Xiang Xi took a pack and looked at it, "Can't you use a rag?"

"After wiping, the dust will turn black and it will not be washed off. It looks uncomfortable," said Cheng Boyan, "Why, are you planning to wipe the floor for me?"

"I don't need to wipe it, it's so troublesome. I would rather lie on the ground and clean it up for you." Xiang Xi tskated.

"Run," Cheng Boyan glanced at him and entered the bedroom, "I'll take a shower, you can watch TV first, and I'll get you a bedding later."

"Brother," Xiang Xi stood outside the bedroom door and said hesitantly, "I have something I want to ask..."

"Xiang Xi!" Cheng Boyan suddenly shouted in the bedroom, "Get in!"

"Why...why...?" Xiang Xi was startled and almost fell down. He held the door frame and glanced into the bedroom.

"If I say you dare to sleep in my bed, you will die!" Cheng Boyan pointed at him.

"I didn't..." Xiang Xi quickly looked on the bed and saw a clear big hole on the quilt covered on the bed. He was stunned for a moment, turned around and ran towards the door.

"Still running?" Cheng Boyan chased after him.

As soon as Xiang Xi's hand touched the lock of the door, Cheng Boyan had already grabbed his collar and he was half-carried and threw it on the sofa.

"Fight, fight, fight..." Xiang Xi hugged his head and shrank it into a ball. Thinking about it, he quickly threw the slippers on his feet to the ground, then hugged his head, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't take off your arms!"

Cheng Boyan stood by the sofa without moving or speaking.

Xiang Xi waited for a while, then looked at it with a look: "I didn't mean it."

"Of course it was not intentional," said Cheng Boyan, "If you were intentional, I would have thrown out."

"I just... think..." Xiang Xi whispered, "That bed looks really like him... no, it's so comfortable, big... soft. I have never slept in such a corrupt bed. I just lay down for a second and felt it, and in just one second, swish, I got up..."

Cheng Boyan ignored him, went into the house, took the clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out with a towel after taking a shower, he found Xiang Xi was still so scattered on the sofa and motionless. He leaned over and took a look and found that Xiang Xi was actually asleep again.

"Oh," Cheng Boyan poked his arm, "Get up and get something."

"Hmm?" Xiang Xi rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Brother, are you not angry anymore?"

"I'm so angry." Cheng Boyan walked into the bedroom, opened the cabinet, and took out the mat: "Come here and take it."

Xiang Xi poked his head at the bedroom door. After hearing this, he came in and took the mat. Cheng Boyan took out another quilt: "Go to that room."

The sofa bed was really big when it was unfolded. After laying the mat, it became much thicker. Xiang Xi reached out and pressed it, which was very comfortable.

"This is almost as thick as my bed," Cheng Boyan put the quilt on the sofa bed, then went over and took a pillow, "If you want to enjoy it, just jump on this. If you jump on my bed again, I will drive you out."

"I got it," Xiang Xi jumped up and poured it on the sofa bed, shouting, "Oh, it's comfortable!"

"Go to take a shower first," Cheng Boyan frowned, "Do you have towels or something?"

"Yes, I went out to buy it in the afternoon," Xiang Xi sat up, took his bag from the floor next to him, and took out the daily necessities he bought. "What a pity, I don't have time to take those from Tan Xiaokang's house."
Chapter completed!