After watching for a while, he started helping to tidy up, picking up things from the floor and putting them back in place. He then grabbed a broom to clean the floor. The two of them worked together, and soon the bedroom was tidied up. Qin Yin went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of water, and handed one to him.
"Thanks." He reached out, took a sip, and glanced around the bedroom before speaking again, "Does this happen often here?"
Hearing his words, Qin Yin's expression changed slightly, realizing she had asked something she shouldn't have. She smiled and changed the subject, "What do you want for lunch? I heard there's a good restaurant around here."
"Not often, maybe once every few months." I tightened my grip on the cup, and Mo Han was taken aback, voicing the doubt in his heart, "Then why don't you call the police? This is breaking and entering."
Call the police, does it help? She really wanted to, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
