Lin Zhiyan's cheeks turned hot, hesitating for a moment, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, let's save this hug for the next time we meet."
"Don't casually set flags, you know?" Xiao Feng put his hand down and scolded her: "Haven't you watched TV dramas?
Typically, those who say 'Wait for me to come back, and we'll get married' never make it back."
"Then I'll take it back and hug you now." Lin Zhiyan steeled herself, took a step forward, spread her arms, and hugged Xiao Feng.
After a moment, she released her grip, stepped back two steps and said, "I'm leaving now."
"Go on, I'll wait for your return to cook for me." Xiao Feng waved.
Lin Zhiyan was stunned: "Cook?"
"Yeah." Xiao Feng nodded: "Crossing-the-bridge noodles."
"Alright, it's a deal then. When I come back, I'll cook noodles for you." Lin Zhiyan said with a smile on her lips.
Xiao Feng seriously reminded: "You're setting flags again."
"..." Lin Zhiyan.
