Closing the door, Lin Xi walked towards Bai Bing.
"I'm going to cook!" he said voluntarily as he reached the side of the sofa.
To be honest, he was still a bit guilty.
After all, even if Bai Bing deliberately provoked last night, tossing around from the sofa to the kitchen to the balcony for several hours was a great burden on her body.
The key point was, he had lost consciousness and acted purely on instinct—God knows how she reacted back then.
Moreover, most women believe that only the bull dies from exhaustion, not the plow being worn down. Lin Xi did not agree with this.
He thought if you could last for more than an hour, let's see if women dare to say this!
"No need, I've already eaten!" Bai Bing replied coldly without even glancing at Lin Xi.
Lin Xi was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Ordered takeout?"
"No!" Bai Bing stood up, gave Lin Xi a sidelong glance, and showed an expression of not wanting to bother with him.
