"Wuw-"
The heavy front door emitted a muffled sound.
Ye Chenyang led Jiang Mian into the entryway and casually turned on the living room lights.
The interior was instantly enveloped in warm white light, looking very cozy.
Jiang Mian dismissed the wind shield they had been using to block the rain, kicked her shoes aside, and walked into the living room.
She looked at the clean, tidy living room, pressed her lips together, and felt a swirling mix of emotions in her heart.
Whether in her Previous Life or this present one, Jiang Mian's memories of a home were quite distant, having become almost entirely blurred.
"Do you like it?"
Ye Chenyang walked over as if fishing for praise.
Jiang Mian rubbed the corner of her eye, then cooperatively pecked him on the cheek, smiling as she nodded:
"I like it!"
"Hehe."
Ye Chenyang grinned, smiling like a fool.
Jiang Mian inexplicably recalled the scene of him burying himself in her arms.
How did this guy feel increasingly childish too?
She pulled Ye Chenyang around to tour everywhere, from bottom to top, every single room.
The two finally stopped at the innermost room on the second floor, which was the bedroom planned for Jiang Mian.
Because the location was secluded and the room faced the back mountain directly, it was exceptionally quiet inside.
Jiang Mian sat on the bed and, as if suddenly remembering something, asked:
"Brother Ye, since we're at home, it doesn't matter what we do, right?"
"Huh?"
Ye Chenyang glanced sideways slightly.
What did that mean?
Wasn't this going a bit too fast?
Seeing that look, Jiang Mian knew he had misunderstood her meaning.
What is he thinking!
She stood on tiptoe, tapped Ye Chenyang on the head, but didn't explain much further.
Only the two clouds