The room was cramped and tiny, making George, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, look like a giant. Isabelle lay on the bed watching him bustling around.
“What are you doing?”
George turned around. “Cooking porridge...”
He was actually cooking porridge for her.
Soon, George brought the bowl of cooked porridge to the bedside. Knowing that Isabelle was picky and probably a bit of a clean freak, he said, “I’ve cleaned the utensils many times, they’re clean.”
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