Kayla, You’re So Strong!

Wesley closed his door and entered Kayla's house. There was nothing girlish about the place. It was completely domestic, but it looked like it had just been cleaned up.

Kayla led Wesley to the kitchen, which was also open. Western food was scarce and didn't know how to cook a pot, so open kitchens like this were very popular, but not in China.

There was naturally nothing wrong with Wesley's culinary skills. He had just lived for a long time, and he had not had time to calculate how long he had lived. His knife skills also made Kayla's eyes light up.

"Looks like you're going to cook something really good," Kayla said.

"Of course, you have to be considerate to yourself outside, right? By the way, what do you do for a living?" Wesley chatted with Kayla as he cooked.

"I'm an assistant at Cark Media Group. What about you? Are you going to rest this time or continue to travel?"

"I want to stop. I have no intention of leaving here for the time being. Media Group? Are you still hiring? I can be a reporter or a photographer. I'm very good at these things."

"We've been hiring, but if you want to work there, you have to impress my boss, Miss Kate Grant. Notice that she's a lady and she's divorced. She's very picky, and it's not easy to impress her." Kayla didn't speak loudly, like a small employee who was secretly talking about her boss behind her back.

"I don't think it's a big problem. I've dealt with countless bosses. I'm very experienced in this area," Wesley said with a smile. And his hands are not slow. In about twenty minutes, a dinner is ready.

"Try it. How am I doing?" Wesley and Kayla set the table together and then sat opposite each other. They began to taste Wesley's dinner.

"Well… it's delicious." After Kayla took the first bite, she exclaimed and ate it in big mouthfuls. Wesley was not refined and ate in the same way.

Both of them had a huge appetite, and Wesley naturally did not eat less. "Phew, it's really delicious. I actually ate so much today." After eating, Kayla realized that she had eaten too much in front of a handsome man and hurriedly praised him.

"I have a big appetite, so I cook a lot every time. I'll invite you again when I'm done with the house."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it… Well, I mean I'm looking forward to your dinner." Wesley then left, and Kayla sat cross-legged on the sofa with the remote control of the TV in her hand. "Ah, it's so embarrassing today. Kayla, haven't you seen a handsome man before? But he's so elegant and he looks so old. By the way, he doesn't even have a bed, right? Do you want to see it?"

Kayla struggled with her thoughts. Wesley took out a tent from his backpack and set it up in the empty room. These were all necessary for a traveler. He was fully in his role now.

When the Kryptonians came to Earth, they were exposed to the sun, which gave them unparalleled power. Their eyes could see through most objects, so Wesley had to be careful.

After setting up the tent, he went into the bathroom and washed away the dust he had disguised. At this time, Kayla, who had been struggling for a long time, finally decided to take a look. At home, she didn't wear glasses, and her glasses were just a decoration.

"Tent? Not bad. The traveler lives in a tent. Is it comfortable? Do you want me to lend him my sofa?" Then she blushed and continued to look for Wesley. In the end, she accidentally saw the bathroom. "The figure is really good."

Wesley's streamlined muscles, his body long and lean, his whole body filled with power.

"There's a special spectrum shining in," Apple said suddenly.

Wesley was stunned. "Is this the legendary fujoshi?" He was speechless. His neighbor had a super girl and his privacy was completely exposed. Fortunately, he was cautious. And after Kayla watched for a few minutes, well… she did have a few minutes before she looked away and blushed.

The next morning, Wesley woke up early, then packed up and changed into a casual outfit. Today, he was going to go out and buy some things for renovation, then decorate his house himself.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Cayla, who had just come out. Cayla blushed the moment she saw Wesley. Wesley asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

"No, hehe, I just washed my face. Phew… I think it's a little hot today… I'm going to be late. I'll leave first." Then, he ran away like a gust of wind. Wesley shook his head. This girl was really… silly.

Wesley bought a lot of things and then had them delivered to his house. He began to design his room, took out a large piece of paper, and sketched on it with a pencil.

This was the first time he had decorated his own room. It was a different feeling. He carefully sketched every stroke and felt exceptionally calm. The bedroom was the simplest. There was a white wall, a double bed, a wardrobe, and a writing table.

He was going to put a bathtub in the bathroom. Although it was a single room, single-room apartments in the United States were generally very big. The tiles in the bathroom were a little old. This needed to be replaced. Otherwise, it would look dirty no matter how he cleaned it.

The living room needed to be properly decorated. The television needed to be bought and the sofa had to be exquisite. Naturally, the kitchen supplies could not be lacking. In addition, the balcony here was not bad and needed some plants and a hanging chair.

A home was born under Wesley's pen. It was decorated very simply and at the same time, it made the room look very big. Naturally, the taste would not be bad. Wesley nodded in satisfaction.

The first step was to repaint the walls and roll up his sleeves and get to work. His excellent control of his strength allowed him to apply the paint evenly to the walls, and he did it quickly. The bedroom was completed in less than an hour, and now all that was left was to put the furniture in when it was dry. Wesley opened all the doors and windows, and the ventilation was excellent.

The paint was of the highest quality. There was no special smell and no contamination. Wesley nodded with satisfaction, then the living room. After a good morning's work, he went out again to buy materials, this time for the bathroom.

The tiles were chosen in black, gray, and red to match. Wesley picked out some patterns and then borrowed a sledgehammer from the management of the apartment, ready to smash the old tiles himself.

As Wesley hammered away, Kayla suddenly appeared in his house. "Are you renovating yourself?"

"Oh, yes, you're off duty?" Wesley asked in amazement.

"Yes, it's past five o'clock. You haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't you eat at my place?"

"No problem. Wait until I move the tiles into the bathroom."

"Let me help you." Kayla turned around enthusiastically and then carried a box of tiles into the bathroom.

"Oh, Kayla, you're so strong."