I Thought I Was Being Tricky

After Lu Yuan was sent flying by a Chinese car, he came to a strange house. Open your eyes. His heart was sleeping under the quilt, taking a break after beating for more than ten years. When you walk out of the room, your eyes are peeping outside the door, your mouth is eating garbage in the kitchen, your legs are on the treadmill, and your arms are playing with the glass. Only your face is the quietest, hanging motionless on the clothes hanger. Lu Yuan's super brain analyzed: "This should not be domestic."