Kevan was wearing a light gray sweatshirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

"How come you're back so early?" He was wiping his hands dry with a paper towel as he walked out of the kitchen.

Larissa kicked off her heels. She walked toward Kevan with Aster.

"It's just dinner." She took the chance to throw her handbag onto the couch. She asked Kevan, "How about you two? Have you eaten?"

"We just finished," Kevan replied. "I was washing the dishes."

Larissa froze as she looked at his hands. They were red because of the cold tap water. She hurriedly reminded him, "We have a dishwasher!"

"The dishwasher isn't as clean as my washing." Kevan's voice was mild, but his weird personality was on full display. Larissa knew how bad his clean freakishness was. She sighed. "Use hot water, at least!"

Kevan threw the balled-up paper towel into the trash bin far away from him while standing where he was.

"It's fine." He stared at Larissa. "It's not cold."

"Your hands are already this red