Nian Yuyu turned around and walked towards the dining area.
Behind her, a hint of amusement flashed in Chu You's deep eyes.
He looked back at the couch, sitting upright and proper.
Squinting at Nian Yuyu's retreating figure, he lifted the corners of his lips into a small curve.
Then, he started to quietly observe the layout of the house.
The living room wasn't big; everything was in plain view. Yet, the decor and arrangement were very cozy, exuding a youthful charm.
The pristine white walls were adorned with many decorative paintings. Next to the TV, there was a rack filled with small, exquisite ornaments, and even a row of stuffed animals lined the back of the couch.
Looking at the tiger plushie placed right in the center, Chu You's eyes softened.
Nian Yuyu's house wasn't like his, it felt warm, just like her.
"Dr. Chu," Nian Yuyu said, holding a can of cola with an awkward expression, "this is all there is in the fridge."