I thought he, a bionic person, couldn't touch water, but he took a shower every day and paid great attention to personal hygiene.
He even cooked various foods that were beneficial for my menstrual period when I had my period.
I was amazed by his series of actions.
Soon, we encountered a difficult problem in life.
Zack looked at me attentively and said, "We don't have money to buy groceries. When are you going to go out and work to earn money?"
I sighed.
In the past few days, he bought expensive ones to make sure I eat and drink well. We had spent almost all the money at home.
I looked at the few remaining balances.
"Don't worry. There will be money!"
I planned to create a self-media Instagram account and become a food blogger.
However, the food blogger was not me but Zack.
He only had to shoot the process of cooking every day and edit it, and I would act as a diner.
The name of my self-media Instagram account was called #My Girlfriend's Three Meals a Day#.
Sure enough, we had 100,000 fans in the first month of creating the self-media account.
Comments in the comment section were as below.
[Your boyfriend seems different from my boyfriend!]
[Your boyfriend is so good at cooking. If he is more handsome, I will envy you.]
[Men who can cook are not on the dating market nowadays.]
[The man in my house just lies on the sofa and asks me if the meal is ready!]
With a monthly income of over ten thousand dollars, we could support ourselves.
After analyzing the videos of food bloggers on various platforms, I stretched and prepared to brush my teeth.
Zack came out of the bathroom, with a white towel wrapped around his lower body. Water droplets were hanging on his muscular upper body. He lowered his head and rubbed his wet hair with the towel. When he casually raised his eyes, he looked at me seductively and charmingly.
The steam in the bathroom had not completely evaporated. I seemed to see a perfect David art sculpture.
My face turned red.
"Why don't you wear clothes after taking a shower?"
Zack looked at me innocently, with my lingerie and underwear hanging on his other hand.
With one red and the other one white, they were not a set.
"I'll put on clothes after I finish washing this for you."
He was a muscular man with a dominant look.
And he was helping me wash my underwear!
I was about to say no.