"Yes, I know." Xu Baohan's lips curled into a smile as he leaned into her embrace.
If he had known that her heart would ache for his embarrassing past, he would have said it long ago.
In the afternoon, An Lan completed the discharge procedures and the two of them returned to Xu Baohan's house. It was almost five o'clock when they reached home. An Lan lay on the sofa and rested for more than 20 minutes before she heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen.
She quickly walked over and saw Xu Baohan holding the electric rice cooker and cooking.
"Leave it there, I'll do it. Your neck hasn't recovered yet, what if you twist it again? Won't you have a crooked neck?" An Lan sighed as she took the electric rice cooker.
"But... you'll be tired if I let you cook every day." Xu Baohan really didn't want her to work too hard. He hadn't performed well recently and had been playing the sympathy card. It wasn't good to do that.
