As soon as she descended the stairs, she saw Jimo Cheng already walking towards her with a hot milk sandwich, her eyebrows lifting in surprise.
Others might not know, but Luo Qianqian knew that Jimo Cheng lived at home. Considering how early she had readied herself and come downstairs, how did Jimo Cheng even find the time to rush over? How early had he woken up?
"So early, huh?" Luo Qianqian blinked and took the items from Jimo Cheng's hands, smiling broadly as she hooked her arm through his, "Senior Brother, were you worried I hadn't slept well last night?"
"Are you feeling better?" Jimo Cheng's face was filled with helplessness, his ears tinged with red, "If you're not feeling well, you should go back and rest."
Luo Qianqian shook her head lightly, "I'm fine now, it was just a momentary discomfort yesterday. It quickly passed; I just needed a good night's sleep." Luo Qianqian stuck out her tongue playfully, her face full of mischief.
