Hearing Zhao Manying agree to stay, Ji Xinghuo's lips curled into a smile and he asked, "Hungry? Shall we order some late-night takeout?"
During their previous dates, the two of them often had a late-night snack at this time.
"Sure," she nodded in agreement, and seeing that Ji Xinghuo didn't seem to be in a desperate rush, she began to relax as well.
The two sat side by side on the living room sofa, looking at the night view outside the window, chatting and laughing.
Soon, a drone delivered the late-night snack.
In addition to the food, there were also personal toiletries, pajamas, and a few sets of home clothes to change into, for both men and women, all in couple styles. Zhao Manying watched as Ji Xinghuo checked the items, and she felt relieved when she realized that something she had expected was actually not there.
"What were you expecting?" Ji Xinghuo suddenly turned around and asked.
"Nothing!"
