"Wait for me to come back and wash it. I'll take her home first," said Kevin.
I didn't say anything and Lucy had already reached the door.
She said lightly, "Professor Zuckerberg, no need, I can go back by myself."
Kevin put down the bowl and chopsticks anxiously and the bowl and chopsticks collided violently with the sink. Then Kevin came out.
"Professor Zuckerberg, you just accompany Mrs. Zuckerberg, I'm leaving first, Mrs. Zuckerberg, bye."
"Let him take you. Men nowadays tend to get agitated when they see beautiful girls and you're not safe alone."
Lucy had just put on her shoes. Just about to speak. Kevin had already walked out of the house with his coat.
I stood in front of the French window and no matter how I wiped, it seemed that I couldn't wipe it clean. There would always be a messy mark left.
I went to the balcony and it was already dark outside. I still found that the two pots of flowers that I had carefully cared for had withered.
About five minutes later, Kevin and Lucy came out of the unit door one after the other. Lucy jumped behind Kevin. And Kevin was still holding Lucy's coat in his arms.
"Husband." I called him out.
Kevin opened the car door. I felt his figure pause. He quickly threw Lucy's clothes into the car.
Then he turned his head to look at me.
"Can you please buy two clean rags?"
"Rub?"
"I want something that won't leave marks."
"Got it."
I watched the two people get in the car.
Lucy leaned on the passenger window with both hands and breathed. Then she drew a heart for me.
"Thank you, Mrs. Zuckerberg, for asking Professor Zuckerberg to take me!"
I smiled slightly, turned around and let go of my strength.
The moment the window was closed, the house seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.
I sat on the sofa tiredly. I seemed to still smell the sweet perfume on Lucy's body.
There was Kevin's notebook on the coffee table. His handwriting was very beautiful and next to the vigorous handwriting, there was a very cute student font. The red ballpoint pen was messily drawing on his black lines.
Kevin had profound academic attainments. He could tolerate everything, but he was serious in academics. He would not tolerate any blasphemy. I once crumpled his paper and he scolded me for a long time. Now on this book, after the nonsense.
He patiently wrote it again. I flipped through it again and found that there was a cute illustration drawn with red pen on the first page. The illustration was sunny and energetic, although it was very good.
But Kevin would never allow this to happen. I could even imagine how angry he would be. But the dry notebook looked like it had been drawn for a long time.
There was a noise outside the door and Kevin came in a short while later.
I cleared my head and closed the notebook.
He came over with a plastic bag in his hand. There were two newly bought rags in it.
"What do you want this for?"
"Do the housework."
After a pause, I said again. "I always feel that our home is... messy."
Kevin looked at the tidy living room and said nothing.
Everyone knew that Kevin was a famous cleanliness freak. Wherever he was, it was always spotless. But when I look at my home, I always feel that everything was dirty.
At night, Kevin fell asleep. I couldn't sleep.
I sat on the sofa and stared at the five handprints on the window in a daze. I wiped those five fingerprints all night.
Kevin left in the morning. I heard that he had something to do in the lab.
Before leaving, I called Kevin.
"Can I go with you?"
"We've been together for so long, but I haven't been to your lab yet."
