Qiao Chuchu threw off the blanket and got out of bed... She moved too quickly, her legs buckled, and she almost fell. Catching the edge of the bed, she steadied herself, gritted her teeth, casually put on some clothes, and stormed out.
She had to give Fu Ziqian a good scolding.
She rushed out of the bedroom and saw Fu Ziqian busy in the kitchen. Qiao Chuchu's kitchen was open-plan, so it was visible from the living room.
"..."
Watching Fu Ziqian, dressed in loungewear and busy in the kitchen, Qiao Chuchu blinked.
She thought Fu Ziqian would have already left after getting what he wanted, and she was ready to rush next door to give him a piece of her mind. Unexpectedly... Fu Ziqian was actually making breakfast.
Her stomach... seemed to be a bit hungry indeed.
Fu Ziqian lifted his head and glanced at Qiao Chuchu indifferently.
Qiao Chuchu widened her eyes at Fu Ziqian, momentarily unsure of what to say.
