"Xiao Cheng, I've taken out the clothes you'll wear tomorrow."
"Bring up your dirty clothes, I'll pack them for you, and wash them tomorrow."
Fresh out of the shower, Chen Cheng responded to Xiao Meier's shout from the attic and went upstairs.
The small space was filled with corrugated boxes, and Xiao Meier was skillfully folding some old clothes and putting them into the boxes.
She also carefully packed the small items in the corner, marked the bags with a marker, just waiting for the moving company to arrive tomorrow morning.
Chen Cheng casually hung his changed clothes on a small chair, watched Xiao Meier's busy back, and smiled, "Meier, are you taking the pot downstairs with you?"
"That pot? Maybe we should leave it? I think..."
Xiao Meier answered seriously, but when she turned her head and saw the amused expression on Chen Cheng's face, she knew he was teasing her again.
"You rascal!"
