Wen Jiaren casually picked a topic, then secretly observed Mu Qian doing house chores.
Mu Qian's dishwashing movements were very skillful and efficient. He washed them and placed them on the side, then wiped them one by one and put them into the sterilizer. Such a mundane task exuded a unique charm in his every move, truly pleasing to the eye.
He asked, "Where do you want to go?"
Wen Jiaren shrugged, "I'm okay with anywhere."
Anyway, no matter where, it's all unfamiliar to her.
If she's okay with anywhere, then why bother asking? Especially since after asking, there was no intention to depart.
Mu Qian lowered his head to wipe dishes, a smile growing on his lips—was she assessing his housework skills? Or was she taking the opportunity to admire his looks?
If she was admiring his looks, she really did it… flawlessly!
Once Mu Qian finished everything, only then did Wen Jiaren withdraw her gaze and returned to the living room.
