In the end, Yang Qingyin still pushed Luo Ziling away and ran to the bathroom to fix her hair and clothes that had been disheveled by Luo Ziling.
The bathroom was separated from the bedroom by a glass wall, and the curtain had not been drawn, so sitting on the bed, he could clearly see Yang Qingyin's movements inside the bathroom.
Watching Yang Qingyin primp in front of the mirror, Luo Ziling breathed a sigh of relief.
The almost despairing him hadn't expected things to take such a dramatic turn.
But what Luo Ziling hadn't anticipated was that after Yang Qingyin emerged from the bathroom, her expression had stiffened again.
She yanked Luo Ziling up from the bed, pushed him onto the couch, and said bitterly, "Keep your distance from me, I'm still mad at you, no joking around or smiling."
"Let's not eat the takeout," Luo Ziling said, pointing to the just-delivered food, "This stuff is too simple, let's go out for a real feast."
