Mu Shuangshuang said, "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours."
This made Lu Yuanfeng feel like he had eaten honey, sweet and delightful, no, even sweeter than honey, because honey sweetens the mouth, while Shuangshuang's words sweetened Lu Yuanfeng's heart.
"Shuangshuang, you sit down for a bit, I'll go freshen up." Lu Yuanfeng walked lightly, with his mind and eyes filled with thoughts of Shuangshuang.
"Okay, you freshen up, I'll tidy up the room for you!"
Actually, Mu Shuangshuang didn't need to tidy Lu Yuanfeng's room, it was spotless and didn't look like a man's room at all.
However, since he hadn't made the bed after waking up, the bedding needed folding, clothes needed tidying, and those needing a wash set aside.
Last night, Yuanbao was at Shuangshuang's house, so there was no one lazing around this morning, and Mu Shuangshuang quickly folded Lu Yuanfeng's quilt into a neat square like tofu, with not a wrinkle in sight.
