Compliment me

After all, staying in Su Yinhe's house, neither Chi Yan nor Lin Murong were the shameless type.

They took the initiative to clean every day, and cook for her.

The floor in Su Yinhe's house was so shiny it could be used as a mirror.

She stared at the floor, lost for words.

It was so shiny; she was afraid to step on it.

Chi Yan's eyes sparkled after cleaning the floor countless times.

The left eye appeared to be saying praise me, the right begging for compliments.

Having stayed for just a few days, Su Yinhe realized that Chi Yan truly loved cleaning for her.

The stove in her kitchen had some grease on it before, but after Chi Yan saw it, he wiped it with a rag all day.

In the end, the stove was spotless, looking as if it had never been used.

Su Yinhe looked at the stove and didn't dare to use it, fearing she might ruin the cleanliness.

Then Chi Yan started taking over the cooking.

Damn it, his cooking skills were even better than hers.