Everything, truly can't start over.
The next morning.
The sky was barely bright.
Xiao Ye sat up in bed, helplessly looking at the damp patch beneath him.
It had been so, so long since he had thought about such things, yet his body still reacted in the most instinctual way of a man.
He got up, intending to clean himself in the bathroom and change into a fresh pair of underwear.
Afterward, he stripped the bedsheet off, only to suddenly realize that he had no idea where the spare sheets in the house were. Previously, everything in the house had always been handled by Yao Beidi, but in the past month, he'd barely even thought about replacing bedsheets.
He searched for a while but still couldn't find them.
He thought for a moment and decided to first take the bedsheet downstairs to the washing machine for cleaning, then slowly figure out where the spare sheets might be. If he still couldn't find any, he'd call one of his assistants to buy a new set.
