After the misunderstanding between them was cleared up, Tian Bingbing's view of Zhang Bin changed drastically.
That day, she even made a special trip to the market to buy groceries and cooked a Chinese meal for him.
She said proudly, "Zhang Bin, I'm living in your house, but I'm not taking advantage of you. Not only have I helped you realize your dream, but I'm also cooking for you."
"That's right, that's right. It's a win-win," Zhang Bin said with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the delicious food.
He lingered that day, not wanting to leave, just so he could rest his head on Tian Bingbing's beautiful legs a while longer.
Unfortunately, Tian Bingbing had to go to work at the martial arts gym in the afternoon, so he naturally couldn't use her beautiful legs as a pillow.
He could only drive back home and continue studying the extraterrestrial materials.
Two days flew by, and the day of the housewarming arrived.
Early in the morning, Zhang Bin's family was already bustling about.
