Both of their bodies needed a light diet, so she decided to order takeout as little as possible from now on and make their meals herself.
There was one more thing: she had to teach Xiao An how to cook.
"Xiao An, get up. The sun's already shining on your backside."
That morning, Su Qiao hadn't called him because she wanted to let him sleep a little longer.
"Xiao An, look what I bought you!"
Su Qiao set down the vegetables, carried a large bag of assorted snacks, and pushed open the door to his bedroom.
However, there was still no one on the bed.
The only difference was that the quilt was gone.
"Xiao An?"
Could he be under the bed again?
Su Qiao helplessly crouched down to check beneath the bed, but there was nothing there.
Stop looking. He's sleeping in the wardrobe in the corner.
When the scan revealed him curled up inside the wardrobe, wrapped in the quilt and sleeping soundly, even 444 couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth.
Couldn't he find a more normal way to sleep?
First under the bed, then in the wardrobe. Is he going to hide in the bookcase to sleep next time?
"In the wardrobe?"
Perhaps he had been woken by the noise. Before Su Qiao could pull open the wardrobe, the door was pushed open by a pale, slender hand.
Then a small black head, its stray hairs sticking up messily, poked out from the quilt. He looked up at her with a dazed expression.
He looked just like a little squirrel that hadn't fully woken up yet—adorable and adorably blank—which made her want to smooth down his stray hairs.
Su Qiao found it both amusing and exasperating. "Xiao An, why did you hide in the wardrobe