"Wait for me at home, hmm?" While buttoning his shirt, Qin Zhan looked sideways at Bi Xia, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing his shirt, and asked.
Bi Xia tilted her head, "Then I'll come back earlier. What are we eating for lunch?"
After fastening the last button, Qin Zhan paused, "How about I cook sweet and sour ribs for you when I get back?"
Bi Xia's eyes sparkled, and she suddenly jumped off the bed and onto Qin Zhan's back, tugging at his ears, "You said it! Sweet and sour ribs!"
Holding Bi Xia with one arm, Qin Zhan smiled indulgently, nodding, "I said it."
Hearing Qin Zhan's words, Bi Xia was satisfied and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek, then wriggled her earlobes happily and prepared to jump off his back.
But Qin Zhan exerted his strength with one arm, preventing her from leaving.
His phoenix eyes half-closed and his brows slightly furrowed, Bi Xia looked a bit puzzled.
