"Is dinner ready?"
Jiang Jiamian slowly walked downstairs and happened to see Zhou Mushen carrying a plate of food upstairs.
Seeing him come down, Zhou Mushen seemed to be stunned for a moment before stopping. "I was just about to bring it up to you."
Jiang Jiamian pointed at the dining table, which was now spotless and gleaming. "I couldn't wait for you to finish cleaning at noon. If I keep eating in the bedroom, it'll start to smell."
Zhou Mushen: "…"
Then how did you manage to make your bedroom look like that before?
However, Zhou Mushen's gaze soon fell on Jiang Jiamian's neat hair and clean shirt, and an odd sense of dissonance rose in his heart.
The person in front of him didn't seem to match that bedroom at all.
Too clean.
And… was it just his imagination? Even the most recent chapter this person had updated felt different from before.
The writing style appeared unchanged, but there was a faint sense of deliberate imitation.
