The man wasn't in much better shape, all drenched...
"I've washed it, rinsed it many times, it should be clean."
Mu Wan: "..."
Alright.
...
Qin Mu placed the dishes where Mu Wan usually did, then swaggered out of the kitchen. Mu Wan was sitting on the sofa, holding her forehead, feeling a slight ache.
Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes with satisfaction, curling his lips he said, "Is there anything else you need me to do? Shall I tidy up the house, mop the floors, and wipe the tables? I can do that."
"No need, I have my hands, I can do it myself."
"It's fine, I'm just killing time anyway..."
"Mr. Aimu, I think it's getting late, you can go now, I need to rest."
"Alright, then I'll check the security windows..."
Mu Wan's beautiful eyes widened, not yet reacted, as the man had already started walking around each room, starting with the kitchen, carefully closing all the windows, then to the living room balcony...
