This abominable instinct…
By the time Qianmo realized that the voice was hers, it was too late. She had already agreed.
Right after being upgraded from a self-proclaimed boyfriend to a genuine boyfriend, who could openly display affection, like he was being granted amnesty, he stepped hard on the accelerator and sped off together with her on this journey.
"You have a house here?"
"Yes."
"When did you buy it?"
"Three years ago."
Qianmo did the calculations. Wouldn't he have bought it in the year he was undercover?
"So, how long have you been thinking about me?"
"…"
The tip of his ears turned red, in stark contrast to his cool-looking face.
The house was ready a long time ago, but the ingredients had not been prepared. After all, everything today had happened so fast that he had no time to get ready.
Therefore, they turned the car around and headed straight for the city's largest supermarket.
