In the cozy bedroom, Tongtong curled up in the warm little quilt, sleeping peacefully, indifferent to the world.
Jiang Ning withdrew his Divine Sense, no longer paying attention to Tongtong. He opened the door and got up, drawing a stream of water from the water tank with his fingers, turning it into a trickle, continuously swirling around his body.
Jiang Ning emerged from the rising steam, completely refreshed, and his hairstyle was even more styled than if it had been permed.
He arrived at Chuchu's house and saw Chuchu holding a potato, about to peel it.
"Not listening again." Jiang Ning blamed her.
Xue Chuchu quietly put down the potato, too embarrassed to speak.
After last night's incident, Jiang Ning jokingly didn't take her money, explained to her, and finally reminded her not to cook breakfast this morning, suggesting to eat out instead.
"Have you packed everything?" Jiang Ning asked.
Xue Chuchu: "Still missing some clothes."
