The words "deep cleaning" had never had anything to do with Nan Zhou.
Never mind deep cleaning-he barely did any housework at home.
Anything machines could handle, he left to machines. Anything they couldn't, he left to the cleaner who came to his home.
So when he saw the task the production team had assigned, Nan Zhou felt a sense of absurdity.
"I don't even clean my own home, and I'm here to clean this place?"
And so the audience in the livestream saw the scene that followed.
Huo Xingye smiled, motioned for him to sit on the sofa, undid his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and bent down to pick up the cushion on the rug.
"Just sit there."
Nan Zhou took the cushion and hugged it. "Right now, I really want to quote a line I learned from TV."
"What?" Huo Xingye talked to him as he cleared the clutter off the floor.
"Huo Xingye, you spoil me way too much."
"Mm. You're too cute. I can't help myself."
Nan Zhou: "..." Fine, he hadn't seen that romance-obsessed TV drama.
[I'm laughing so hard I'm crowing! Zhou Bao, what kind of nonsense do you watch all day?]
[Our baby really is that cute. Never mind Brother Ye, even I can't stop myself from wanting to buy a phone that lets me touch things through it so I can touch Zhou Bao's face! Damn it!]
[Our Brother Ye knows what needs doing. Zhou Bao, just marry him. There aren't many Alphas like him.]
[Screaming! Huo Xingye, you look way too hot doing housework. Is there ever a time when you aren't hot, aaaaaah!]
[Xingzhou's room is the smallest of all the rooms. They should get the most done, right?]
Huo Xingye worked deftly, soon tidying up the area around