This was a wonderful atmosphere, even though they were two parallel lines that had never intersected, yet today, because of a child, because of a sudden accident, their lives intersected, and what's more, they ended up under the same roof.
It was a very strange feeling.
Ou Mucen was holding a cup of water, sitting there, looking at the company's stock market, when suddenly he smelled the scent of laundry detergent in the air, and he paused, lifting his eyes to look in that direction.
That was his bathroom, which due to his severe obsession with cleanliness, had only been entered by himself over the years.
But now, behind the frosted glass, he could see a blurred figure, a white shirt, light blue pants, standing there, it was unclear what she was doing? After the soft sounds of scrubbing came from inside, the pleasant smell of laundry detergent, with a hint of lemon, wafted out.
And outside was the pinkish Little Tuanzi!
