This place is a mess with real personality…
Is this even fit for human habitation?!
Tong Ran's face was full of black lines; so this was what Chen An's private place looked like…
This battle scene was really about the same as Chennchenn's room…
Mo Nanjue changed into slippers and walked in. He stepped over a cola cup into the living room and bent down to pick up the shirts and jackets scattered all over, one by one.
He put all the clothes into the washing machine, then started gathering up snacks and takeout bags…
The man moved quickly, tidying in an orderly way, picking up each CD and book and sorting them, putting them back in the room and into their boxes.
Tong Ran changed shoes and came in as well. The sky-blue sleeves of Mo Nanjue's shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his fair, slender arms. He walked into the kitchen and cleared all the bowls and plates left on the dining table.
Tong Ran walked over and grabbed his hand. "I'll wash them, okay?"
