Tomorrow is Sunday, of course the young master has time.
Therefore, he immediately wanted to call her back. He hadn't heard her voice for days, to be honest, he missed her a little.
His fingers swiped over the keyboard, but hesitated for a while and didn't press it.
If she feels more at ease communicating this way with words, then let her do so.
"Yes, I'm off tomorrow."
He wanted to ask if she had any plans, but even though the text seemed subtle, he still deleted and rewrote, leaving only a few bland words ultimately.
For someone like her, maybe such words without special meaning can reduce defenses?
Soon, she replied. "Shall we meet tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'll treat you to a meal! What would you like to eat?" Last time she treated, so this time, it was his turn.
This back-and-forth, although a bit slow, in the process of waiting, even the uneasy mood seemed to turn into a little romantic fun.
