Tang Muyan pinched the corner of Lu Huaichen's shirt with her fingers and threw it into the washing machine.

Then she looked at her masterpiece with a smile, clapped her hands, and said, "It's done."

Lu Huaichen watched Tang Muyan carelessly throw his shirt into the washing machine. He frowned, "Is this how you wash clothes?"

Tang Muyan turned around and blinked her bright eyes in confusion, "What else?"

Lu Huaichen put the tip of his tongue against his cheek, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked at me with contempt: "Did the saliva on my clothes come from the washing machine?"

Tang Muyan's slender fingers stopped on the start button of the washing machine and suddenly stopped moving, "No."

Lu Huaichen, "Who did it?"

Tang Muyan removed her finger, pointed at herself, and admitted openly, "Me."

"Is there another person? You are asking even though you already know the answer!"

Tang Muyan looked at Lu Huaichen strangely with her clear eyes.

"It's not the washing machine's fault, why should it wash it?"

Lu Huaichen's hand unconsciously rested on the "innocent" washing machine.

Tang Muyan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and her scrutinizing eyes fell on Lu Huaichen, as if with a hint of trying to figure out his thoughts. She said, "It's not the washing machine's fault. Don't use it to wash. So you want me to wash your shirt by hand?"

Lu Huaichen smiled knowingly, the answer was obvious to him.

Faced with Lu Huaichen's deliberate difficulties, Tang Muyan could only choose to compromise. Who made her so stubborn and insist on saying that tears are saliva!

She had no choice but to take out the shirt without complaint.

Looking at the shirt, she felt a surge of anger in her heart, 'Men are just full of problems.'

She threw her shirt down in a tantrum.

Even without having to listen to Tang Muyan's inner voice, Lu Huaichen knew that she was so rough because she must have mistaken the shirt for herself.

Hiss, it hurts a little, what’s going on?

Lu Huai walked away silently, deliberately keeping a certain distance from Tang Muyan.

Tang Muyan had a very sour face when she washed the shirt. She threw and hit the shirt with cruel and heartless movements.

She cursed in her heart, "You ask me to wash your clothes, aren't you afraid of shortening your life?"

"You bastard, you have a washing machine but you don't use it."

"You are very happy to see me get humiliated, right?"

The force was getting stronger and stronger, and the insults were getting more and more severe.

Lu Huaichen already felt that his lifespan was beginning to shorten.

He touched his nose helplessly. The price was a bit high and he didn't know if it was too late to regret it now.

He called out tentatively: "Yan Yan?"

Tang Muyan said unhappily, "What are you doing?"

The tone was very unfriendly.

Lu Huaichen thought about it and decided to give up. He would curse even more harshly later, so he just let it go.

"nothing."

He said lightly.

'You just talk a lot of nonsense every day.'

Lu Huaichen: "..."

Tang Muyan washed Lu Huaichen's clothes very casually. They were not dirty to begin with, just a few tears on them~that's all!

"What a nosy man!"

She washed the shirt, unfolded it in front of Lu Huaichen, and said in a pretentious tone: "It's washed, do you want to check it?"

Lu Huaichen raised his eyelids, his eyes floating slightly, looking at his shirt that was twisted into wrinkles by Tang Muyan.

Let’s not wear this shirt anymore. I guess I can’t wear it anymore.

He opened his lips gently: "No need."

After dinner in the evening, Lu Huaichen returned to the study.

Tang Muyan also followed in.

Lu Huaichen still had some work to do, so he started working as soon as he went upstairs.

Tang Muyan also moved her own drawing tools in and drew some storyboards.

Lu Huaichen's desk is very big, enough to hold all her things.

When Tang Muyan was painting, she would glance at Lu Huaichen in front of her from time to time to make sure he was still alive.

Looking up for no less than the hundredth time, her eyes suddenly met the man's dark and deep eyes.

She paused and drew a line with the pen tip. "Why are you...looking at me?"

This woman is really unreasonable. She has looked at him so many times, but he only looked at her once, and she is making a fuss about it.

Lu Huaichen did not avoid Tang Muyan's gaze because of her reminder. Instead, he went straight to her and said, "You looked at me so many times, I have to pay you back."

Tang Muyan's first reaction when she heard Lu Huaichen's voice was, "This bastard is flirting with me again."

The next second, she snorted in disdain, "Humph, then you owe me too much."

Her eyes have been on him since they were little, and not to mention the past three years, she has paid much more attention to him than he has to her.

Lu Huaichen's heart trembled slightly, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

He opened his lips gently, "I have to pay it back slowly."

It will take a long time, and it would be best if you can’t pay it off in your lifetime.

He stubbornly wondered if he would remember it more clearly if he owed her a lifetime.

I'm really afraid that I will lose my memory again someday.

Lu Huaichen narrowed his eyes. Even if he lost his memory, he could never forget her no matter who he forgot.

Tang Muyan looked at the lines drawn on the panel and erased them carefully.

Looking at the much tidier scene, Tang Muyan showed a somewhat satisfied expression.

She put down her paintbrush and said, "Yes, if you don't pay off your debts, you will suffer retribution."

Lu Huaichen's mouth curled up, "How are you going to repay me?"

Tang Muyan's eyebrows tightened, "Why does this sound so meaningful?"

She changed the subject, "Are you done with your work?"

Lu Huaichen nodded, "I'm done."

"So what are you going to do next?"

Lu Huaichen glanced at the time. It was ten o'clock. It was getting late and time to go to bed.

Lu Huaichen said with a sly smile, "Take a shower, do you want to follow?"

Tang Muyan was surprised, "Am I a pervert? I want to follow you while you take a shower?"

'Why do you ask this question?'

Lu Huaichen raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to protect me?"

Tang Muyan was silent:

"This question seems a bit difficult."

She supported her chin as if thinking, and gave a fairly reasonable explanation:

"I won't go in. I'll just listen to you washing outside."

Tang Muyan regretted it immediately after she finished speaking, "Wouldn't it be a bit perverted to say that?"

Isn't that a bit?

Lu Huaishen laughed meaningfully and then stood up.

Tang Muyan called him, "Where are you going?"

Lu Huai's eyes were filled with clear turbidity, and he said word by word: "Take a bath."

Tang Muyan hesitated for a moment, but still lifted her butt from the stool hesitantly, "Let's go, who's afraid of who."

So there was a scene like this.

Lu Huaichen was taking a shower inside. Tang Muyan lifted a chair and sat in front of the bathroom, occasionally looking inside to greet him: "Lu Huaichen, are you there?"

A deep and cold voice came from inside: "Yes."

"Then hurry up."

Just like that, under Tang Muyan's urging, Lu Huaichen came out in less than ten minutes.