"Well, we are both single anyway, so let's be together!"
"You agreed?" Zhan Zhao asked uncertainly.
"You're still pretending. If you're not sure, will you even prepare your home? Tell me, when did you like me?" Bai Yutang's face still turned red unconsciously when he said home.
"It's probably very early!" Zhan Zhao said seriously.
"Tch, glib cat."
"Let's go! Let's go home. There will be a meal cooked by me myself, and a bed I made..."
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