Right on the fifteen-minute mark, Luo Ziling appeared in front of Yang Qingyin.
"Luo," he said proudly, holding up a bowl of her favorite wontons, "would you like to eat first or shall I treat your injury?"
Having just taken a bath and changed into pajamas, Yang Qingyin, lying on her bed browsing her phone, glanced sideways at Ziling with annoyance. "Of course, eat first. I only had a little for dinner and have been hungry for a while. Some people don't seem to care about me at all, just wander around enjoying themselves. Hmph, it makes me mad just thinking about it."
Ziling felt a twinge of guilt but had learned to keep his cool; he eventually just chuckled and teased Qingyin, "Ah-oh, I actually forgot something."
"What is it?" Qingyin asked casually.
