At times like these, I didn't know what to say; anything seemed superfluous.
I didn't know how much time had passed — it could have been a short while or a long time — when Liu Bingying's phone suddenly chirped with an alarm tone.
Liu Bingying hurriedly pushed Ling Zhenfei's body away gently, looking at him with a hint of shyness, "You wait at home, I'm going to pick up Xiao Ke and buy some groceries to cook something delicious for you."
Regarding what had just happened, Liu Bingying didn't seem to have much to say, as if it was nothing out of the usual, but she sounded even more tender when she spoke, like a wife to her husband.
"How can I let you do everything by yourself? Let's go together. We'll pick up Xiao Ke first and familiarize myself with the location of his school, so I can pick him up in the future if you're busy. Then we can go grocery shopping together," Ling Zhenfei felt that he should contribute somehow.
