Bo Cixue went to the bathroom obediently and arranged the daily necessities he had bought.
When their cups were placed together, although the pattern was childish, there was an indescribable beauty to it.
Bo Cixue looked at herself in the mirror and her lips slowly curled up.
She put down the cup and put his towel on the shelf.
It was only now that she realized that the towels he bought were of the same brand and style as him, but the colors were different.
How much had this person observed her house before?
After dinner, the doorbell rang.
Bo Cixue stood up from the chair and looked panicked. "Did my mother come to check on me?"
Ye Jie looked at the panicked Bo Cixue and smiled slightly. "What are you afraid of?"
Bo Cixue glared at him with a red face. "We just made up and you're already here. What does my mother think? My mother said that I'm not allowed to mess around before we get married."