Jiayin was lying on the bed playing with her phone, not even sparing him a glance.
She said directly, "Ye Wuge, how many keys did you actually make? Believe it or not, I'll change the locks tomorrow."
This guy opens her door like it's his own home, very skillfully.
She throws away one key, and he just takes out another one, who knows how many he's got ready.
Over the past six months, Ye Wuge had long gotten used to her occasional threats and replied nonchalantly.
"I think you'd better just change the house too, moving to mine would be more convenient."
As he spoke, he approached and placed the glass of milk in her hand.
Then he took the fluffy slippers from the side, leaned down, and took off her shoes, replacing them with the slippers.
He then went to the bathroom to fill the bath with hot water, prepared everything she needed for washing up, placed it within her reach, and only then did Ye Wuge leave.
