"I'm looking for you," Zhang Yun said. "Why aren't you at home today?"
"Oh, I just went out for a bit."
Xiao Hang changed into slippers in the foyer and walked inside, not paying much attention to Zhang Yun's unusual behavior.
Du Fan quietly withdrew, observing from the corner.
Poor Xiao Hang, falling in love makes one foolish, losing all sense of vigilance and judgment.
The two of them cuddled for a while as usual, then Zhang Yun went to the kitchen to cook. Xiao Hang lay on the sofa and sighed, "This finally feels somewhat like home."
"Did it not feel like home before?" Zhang Yun poked her head out of the kitchen to ask.
"There was no woman here, let alone someone to cook for us."
"Won't your sister-in-law come?" Zhang Yun asked, seizing the opportunity.
"She came by a few days ago, then left, when I was in the hospital for those two days."
"Your sister-in-law must be very beautiful!" Zhang Yun came out, serving a plate of freshly peeled pomegranates to Xiao Hang.
