Bab 585: I'll Support You

Soothing music played in the room. After mopping the floor clean, He Jiayu began to wipe the table with a rag.

Why did it feel… kind of weird…

He darted a look at Su Xiaomo, who was sitting on a beanbag with a tablet, devoted to drawing her comic. Her long eyelashes batted, tickling at his heart.

He heaved a sigh and went on straightening her room.

Two hours later, the room that had been in shambles looked reborn. The floor, the windows, and the table were so shiny that they reflected the light. Everything was either in containers or arranged in order by color and height. Su Xiaomo let out a "wow," completely dazed.

"Cutie, you're like a fairy godmother…"

The corner of He Jiayu's mouth twitched at that analogy.

Su Xiaomo hopped up to get herself a glass of water. After putting down the glass in some random corner, she pulled out a tissue to wipe her nose, making a mess of the tissue box.