“Take a rest,” Yu Qinghuan handed him a bottle of water and watched him take a few sips before continuing. “Take it easy. We still have a whole weekend.”

“No.” Huo Qu firmly rejected his proposal, wiped the moist corners of his mouth, and continued to hang clothes according to his own rules, “It looks very uncomfortable this way.”

Yu Qinghuan, “...”

Well, his boyfriend's obsessive-compulsive disorder came again.

What could Qinghuan do for having such a boyfriend? Of course, he had no choice but to clean up with him!

However, Yu Qinghuan never expected that his offer was rejected by Huo Qu.

Huo Qu folded again the clothes which were already tided up by Qinghuan and said, “Qinghuan, you folded them the wrong way, I'd better do it myself.”

Yu Qinghuan, “...”

He really didn't know why Huo Qu, a person with zero life skills, would be so good at folding clothes! Yu Qinghuan felt that even if he practiced all his life, he could not reach the level of Huo Qu in this field.

“Then I'll leave them to you,” Yu Qinghuan leaned on the cabinet, pointing to those bags on the ground and saying deliberately, “You can handle all these by yourself.”

Unexpectedly, Huo Qu nodded without thinking, “Well, anyway, I always have to redo your work.”

Yu Qinghuan, “...”

Yu Qinghuan was so angry with him that he simply ignored him and went to the living room to talk to Zhao Qingyuan and others.

Yu Qinghuan hadn't logged in his Weibo for several days. Since he had nothing to do at the moment, he logged in his account to see what had happened recently. Zhao Qingyuan glanced at Qinghuan's mobile phone screen out of the corner of his eye and felt worried.

Yu Qinghuan still didn't know that he was once boycotted because of the donation. Although the internet trolls finally got scolded, ran away despondently, and couldn't stir any more storms, those foul words still existed. Today was a perfect day. He didn't want Yu Qinghuan to be in a bad mood because of this.

He traded gazes with Zhao Rui, stretched out his hand to Yu Qinghuan, “Qinghuan, lend me your mobile phone.”

If it was Zhao Rui who borrowed the mobile phone, Yu Qinghuan would hand it over without saying anything, but... given Zhao Qingyuan's IQ, he really did not dare to hand it to him.

However, before he could ask the reason, Zhao Qingyuan reached out and grabbed it directly. Yu Qinghuan, of course, would not let him do that and dodged.

The two men fought for the mobile, but none of them noticed that Yu Qinghuan's finger accidentally pressed on a Weibo and forwarded it. His input was just a bunch of symbols and random codes, which looked an apparent mistake.

That day was too tiring, even Zhao Qingyuan, who always indulged in the internet, did not open Weibo that night. After supper at Yu Qinghuan's home, he went home to sleep.

As a result, none of them saw the Weibo forwarded by Yu Qinghuan.

Unfortunately, the Weibo was a lucky draw from a famous condom manufacturer. Only one winner for the grand prize and the awards were s.e.x toys of all series from this brand, plus one box of their new product: Platinum Icy-cold Condom!

And there were numerous other small prizes as bonus.

And Yu Qinghuan, relying on his incredible good luck, defeated other users at one stroke and won the grand prize!

So, when the product's official Weibo @ Yu Qinghuan and congratulated Mr. Yu, the lucky netizen, for getting a complete set of s.e.x toys and a box of condoms and asking him to inform them of his home address in a private message, the whole Weibo fell into a dead silence at first, and then…

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”