"Are you making dinner just by staring at the ingredients, Lu Zhaoyang?"
She heard him before she saw him.
Lu Zhaoyang threw a look at the man without a word. She took out the ingredients and got to work.
No matter what she said, he would never listen anyway.
When she served the dishes on the dining table, she noticed that his belongings were scattered all over the living room.
His leather shoes were by the door. His tea cup was with her tea set, together with his favourite coffee beans and an ashtray.
She looked inside her room and found Huo Yunting sitting against the headboard on her bed. Her formerly sparse wardrobe was now filled up with his things.
"The apartment is too small for all your things. This place doesn't have the feel that I was going for anymore. Can you stop doing this to me, Huo Yunting?"
She was starting to feel angry. Moving in was fine, but why must he ruin her home?!