“By the way, when are you going back to your own place?”
Ever since that night when Su Zhengxing stayed at Lin Qiao’s house, a week had passed. He seemed determined to stay here, not even moving an inch. Lin Qiao’s bed is only 1.5 meters wide; it’s really cramped for two people to sleep in.
Early in the morning, Lin Qiao lay listlessly on her pillow, her eyes still showing faint dark circles.
After taking a shower, Su Zhengxing came out of the bathroom in the room, still wearing a pink Hello Kitty bath towel around his waist. He opened Lin Qiao’s walk-in closet as if he knew the way well and went inside to find clothes that he could wear.
Well, he hadn’t even gone back to get a change of clothes this past week. He wore Lin Qiao’s clothes every day; he’d worn all the oversized, unisex clothes Lin Qiao had bought years ago.
“Are you not welcoming me anymore?”
Su Zhengxing picked out a white T-shirt with a cartoon print and black cargo pants, putting them on with practiced ease.
The pants were originally men’s clothing, wide, big, and long. Lin Qiao used to have to wear a belt and roll up the cuffs when she wore them, but they fit him perfectly, except they were a little short at the ankles.
“When did I welcome you?” Lin Qiao pouted.
After changing his clothes, Su Zheng walked back to the bedside, leaned down, and hugged her through the blanket, his tone tinged with malice, “You were clearly very welcoming to me last night…”
His warm breath brushed against her face, and Lin Qiao’s ears burned again. She quickly pulled the covers over her head.
“I want to eat pan-fried buns this morning. Go buy some quickly!”
He suppressed a laugh and asked through the blanket, “Do you want eggs?”
“No.”
“What about soy milk?”
“No, no! Go quickly!” Lin Qiao pushed him.
“I’ll go if you give me a kiss.” He bargained again.
“No!”
Lin Qiao curled up in the blanket, refusing to peek out.
“You’re not coming out, so are you trying to make me come in?” He asked, his voice rising at the end.
Having learned a painful lesson in the past few days, Lin Qiao knew that he was truly capable of such a thing, so she reluctantly pulled at the corner of the blanket, revealing her bright eyes, and quickly kissed him on the cheek.
“Go quickly…”
The little girl in his arms said sweetly.
Su Zhengxing couldn’t resist her charm and helplessly nuzzled her nose.
“Okay—”
After washing up and eating breakfast, Lin Qiao ate while pondering. She felt that this couldn’t go on; she really wanted to get a full night’s sleep.
But this man was like a vixen, always scheming and plotting. She was not a saint like Liu Xiahui, who could remain unmoved and go down in history. A slight misstep, and she’d lose her composure.
“You…aren’t you going to work now?”
Lin Qiao took a bite of the pan-fried bun and asked, seemingly casually.
God, please, please let him go back to being the workaholic he used to be and go to work!
Su Zhengxing immediately saw through her little scheme at a glance. He picked up the freshly ground coffee on the table and said, “You forgot, I left Baitian.”
Of course, she hadn’t forgotten. After his interview at the city television station, it was all over the media and online in less than three days, causing Baitian’s stock price to drop slightly, although it quickly recovered.
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Mouse On AVL Chapter 9