"Nothing strange?"
Saturday, night, Yan Huan's rented apartment.
Ever since An Le frequently came to Yan Huan's rented apartment, it has become more lively day by day.
Many of An Le's daily items have appeared, neatly and orderly arranged with Yan Huan's belongings by An Le's skillful hands.
It's as if they were originally part of this home, rather than added later.
Tonight, Tongyao Tavern operated until almost ten o'clock. Now, after Yan Huan returned home and showered, it's nearly eleven yet still bustling.
In the living room, Meow Sauce and Little Thumb were sitting on the coffee table watching online TV, apparently a Dragon Country drama with rave reviews, engrossed in it nonetheless.
Meanwhile, not far away, Yan Huan was shirtless in the living room, in a plank position on a yoga mat.
Behind him, An Le, in a loose floral nightgown, was kneeling on his back, reading messages from Tong Yingying on his phone.
