"How did you let her get into bed?"
"You're not making me change the sheets this late, are you?"
Qin Mu knew his temperament; he didn't have a fixation on cleanliness, yet he was more particular about cleanliness than anyone else. But she really didn't want to get up to change the sheets.
"I'll change them!"
Mu Yichen said.
Qin Mu suddenly became interested, extending her hand, waiting for him to hold her.
Mu Yichen didn't speak, just gave her a glance, then indulgently stepped forward, picked her up, and placed her on the couch.
Later, Qin Mu sat on the couch, hugging the blanket while waiting for him to finish changing the sheets.
For some reason, a man changing sheets looked so good.
It seemed that as long as he was earnest about doing something, he could do it well.
It seemed as though, whatever he did, he was always organized.
It seemed as if he was the mountain she had always looked up to, and now she was finally at the summit, held high by him.