During this journey, Callum Zhou slept the entire time. Ansen flipped through recent newspapers and magazines, but spent more time looking at Callum Zhou aside.
Anson's villa under the Jungfraujoch has been prepared for a long time.
After arriving at the villa and putting down his luggage, Callum Zhou sat directly on the carpet and warmed himself by the wall fire, "You should bring Richard with you, I miss the dinner he cooked."
"Even if it's just me, I can still take good care of you." Ansen smiled slightly, picked up the duffel bag that Callum Zhou had casually thrown on the ground, and helped him hang his clothes one by one in the bedroom closet.
"Oh? How are you going to take care of me? Are you going to prepare your specialty egg fried rice for dinner?" Callum Zhou lay down directly. From that angle, he could just see the stairs, and Ansen was walking down the stairs step by step. His figure was reflected in Callum Zhou's eyes, pushing away the air of elegance.
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