Behind her, Lu Jing was walking towards her, wearing the men's slippers she had just bought him yesterday, and he asked, "Do you need my help? I can cook too."
Seeing that Zhang Lingying was staring at the peephole, refusing to open the door, he curiously leaned forward, "Who's here?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Lingying's hand was already covering his eyes.
The next second, her other hand covered his mouth.
She forcefully dragged him back to the guest room...
"What's wrong? Who's outside? Why are you so nervous?" Lu Jing was pulled into the room by Zhang Lingying, and just as he pulled down the hand covering his eyes, he saw Zhang Lingying looking down at the space under the bed, measuring its height with her hands, as if she wanted to hide something underneath but was afraid it wouldn't fit.
Hearing Lu Jing's voice, Zhang Lingying gestured for him to be silent, "There's no time to explain, quickly lie down and see if you can fit under the bed."
Lu Jing: "..."
