Another week of waiting passed.
Xiaoguo was completely done with her preparations. She had bought Zhuang Zhuang's school bag, clothes, shoes, and books that might be of use. She even bought new rice paper, brushes, and ink.
Even though she didn't say anything, she could tell from Zhuang Zhuang's face that he already knew what was going on.
"Zhuang Zhuang, get up."
Xiaoguo made breakfast and returned to the house. When she saw Zhuang Zhuang still lazing in bed, she stuffed her cold hands under the covers without thinking.
"Ah… "
In an instant, Zhuang Zhuang jumped out of bed, wailing.
"Get up!"
Xiaoguo smiled and patted his exposed butt. With that, she got up and left.
She returned to the kitchen and scooped out some porridge. As soon as she placed it on the table, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
