Driving home, Yao Mingyue didn't even glance at her family's villa.
Instead, she followed Xu Musen back to his place.
Returning to the familiar room, after an absence of several months, everything was just as he had left it.
Even the desk was still cluttered with high school textbooks and exam papers, which he had been too lazy to tidy up.
Looking back now, the sight gave off a different flavor.
The bed, however, already had its winter quilt changed by Mother Xu.
"It's still your familiar pigsty."
Yao Mingyue walked in, making herself at home by lying directly on Xu Musen's bed.
"Lying in a pigsty?"
"Maybe I was Gao Cuilan in a past life, just fond of you, Zhu Bajie."
Yao Mingyue hugged his quilt, rubbed it, and then sounded a bit disappointed, "Too bad, the quilt is too clean, doesn't have your piggy smell anymore."
Xu Musen was helpless against this sickly sweet girl, and he set down his things, "Aren't you going back to check on your own home first?"
