"Just grind the sandpaper against the wall like you mean it." Zoey muttered as she scrubbed the wall with the sandpaper with all her might.
Matthew Xi constantly cast her a glance. Sweat dripped down her neck, forehead, and soaked her shirt with it.
"Like this!" Zoey showed off as she widened her range like a mad lad. "See? I'm scrubbing it so fast!" Proud, Zoey turned to him.
Just as she did, Matthew Xi looked away as he resumed on scrubbing the wall. Alas, upon seeing his lack of energy, Zoey's face distorted.
"Gosh... it'll take you a year just doing this before you can actually paint the room." Bearing a tone full of sarcasm, Zoey clicked her tongue as she shook her head lightly.
"I don't think we need to exert more effort — we're not whitewashing the walls from dark to light. It's the opposite." In a matter-of-tone, Matthew Xi might hate to tell her this but that was true.
