"Shirao, it's time for lunch." Cheng Zijin walked in with lunch. "Awake?"
"Zijin..." Gong Shirao quickly came to her senses, tucked the ticket into her pocket, and smiled at Cheng Zijin. "Sorry about that, fell asleep leaning against your shoulder."
"You have the nerve to say that, drooling all over my shoulder."
Drool...? Gong Shirao's lips stiffened slightly. Since Cheng Zijin mistook her tears for drool, she didn't feel as embarrassed anymore. She smiled lightly and said, "I can wash your clothes for you at worst."
"No need for that," Cheng Zijin said, "If you want to buy me clothes, I wouldn't mind."
"Sure thing," Gong Shirao laughed.
"Really? That's quite bold," Cheng Zijin laughed, "Shirao, do you know? These past few months without you partnering with me, I've been crying from boredom. I really miss working together with you. Do you... want to come back?"
"If you decide to stay in City A, make sure to come back and work."
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