Early spring afternoon, Nanjiang Bridge.
Jiang Nian was driving, glancing at Qingqing in the passenger seat. And to the side, the river divided by the steel bridge.
"Not going shopping?"
"No." Li Qingrong shook her head, the oscilloscope forming a deep groove on her chest, "Let's go home."
"Oh, oh." He nodded, not wanting to ask more, "Qingqing, what are you planning to do when you get home?"
"Sleep," she said.
"Hmm..." Jiang Nian originally wanted to suggest playing together for a bit, but felt awkard after hearing her reply, "Alright then."
Li Qingrong turned her head to look at him, her demeanor seemed deep and mysterious.
"Alright then... what does that mean?"
Jiang Nian casually replied, "I'll find something to do myself, I can't just watch you sleep, right?"
"Hmm, alright." Li Qingrong nodded.
Jiang Nian: "???"
How on earth is that alright? Just imagining that scene is creepy. Besides, watching someone sleep is boring.
Sleeping together could be considered.
