"Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian turned around, "Don't be nervous, I really didn't mean to leave, I just forgot the thermos outside and wanted to bring it in."
"The thermos?" Leng Zimo still held her and didn't let go, "You're not lying to me?"
"Why would I lie to you!" Luo Xiaoqian withdrew her hand that was on the doorknob, "Zimo, relax a little. I'm sure I heard some of your conversation earlier, but I didn't plan to run away confused like last time. I will listen carefully to your explanation. I won't go for the breakfast yet; I'll listen to you explain first. Is that okay now?!"
"You really aren't leaving?" Leng Zimo asked again.
"I'm not leaving!" She looked at his hand grasping her wrist, "It hurts a bit, can you loosen up?"
