After returning from the pet hospital, Chuzheng just lay on the sofa with Little Bun, not moving an inch.
Chu Wu's indifferent gaze swept over her.
He didn't know why at this moment he had a feeling… like they were living a life together.
But what surprised him more was that he didn't dislike this feeling.
Chu Wu gathered his emotions.
"It still doesn't have a name."
"Oh," Chuzheng, too comfortable from petting, didn't even want to open her eyes.
Not having a name doesn't affect my petting.
Chu Wu: "Do you want to give it a name?"
Chuzheng: "You name it yourself."
Chu Wu: "You don't want to give it a name?"
She's been holding it nonstop; doesn't she like it?
Chuzheng: "Too lazy to think."
Chu Wu: "..."
Then stop petting it!
Chu Wu thought for a moment, his gaze lingering on Chuzheng slightly longer than usual.
Chuzheng regarded him warily.
Even if you stare at me, I won't think of a name!
