Su ningmei nodded, walked around the broken glass, and sat down on the sofa.
After sitting down, she covered her face. She wanted to say that she went up first, but once he spoke, she forgot what she wanted to say and just listened to him sit down here.
Su ningmei heard the sound of someone sweeping the floor not far away. She turned around to look. In the dim light, she could see him wearing pajamas of the same style and color as her, cleaning the broken glass on the floor. Even when he was doing this kind of housework, he made people feel that he was pleasing to the eye.
Su ningmei cupped her face and sighed once again. Why was there such a perfect man in this world? wasn't he torturing all the women who had seen him before?
She really did not know how she could get along with other men in the future.
Xia Anlan cleaned up the glass shards on the floor and used a mop to wipe away the water.
