The next morning.
When Leng Zimo was ready with breakfast by the bed, Luo Xiaoqian was still curled up in the blankets.
"Little fool, time to wake up!"
He bent down to pinch her nose.
"Just a little longer..." she snuggled deeper into the blanket.
Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow, she had already said this for the fifth time that morning.
Glancing at his watch, he didn’t compromise this time and bent down to kiss her lips, waking her up with a kiss. Luo Xiaoqian gasped and opened her eyes, still appearing dazed, "What are you doing?"
"You promised to go to Hong Kong with me," he reminded her, cradling her face.
"Ah, right..." Luo Xiaoqian’s eyes suddenly widened in realization as she sat up swiftly.
Fortunately, Leng Zimo reacted quickly, otherwise, their heads might have collided.
He pulled over a robe and draped it over her shoulders, then lifted a hand to ruffle her messy hair, "Go freshen up first."
Luo Xiaoqian nodded obediently and yawned as she climbed out of bed, then noticed the black tracksuit he was wearing and came closer with confusion, "This outfit... have you worn it before?"
Leng Zimo tapped her forehead gently, "Are you doing this on purpose or are you really not awake yet? Didn’t you buy this for me?"
She bought it for him?!
Luo Xiaoqian blinked and took a closer look at the clothes he was wearing.
Three seconds later, her mouth dropped open in shock.
"No... these clothes... they aren’t... where did you find them?!"
Leng Zimo leisurely disclosed, "Bag by the bed."
Luo Xiaoqian felt like throwing herself onto the mattress and sobbing herself to death.
How could she have forgotten about this? Her damned memory!



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