An Ordinary Life of Cultivation (Thanks to "Humanoid Deadweight" for the Alliance Leader Support)

That evening.

Ning Qing returned to the dorm carrying takeaway mutton soup.

She hadn't wanted to bring any back. She knew Zhang Suannai had gone out for mutton soup that day, and she found takeaway troublesome to carry. But when Chen Shu heard that Zhang Suannai had invited her along and she had refused, he insisted she bring some back for her roommate to try.

In the end, Ning Qing listened to him.

When it came to things like this, she always listened to Chen Shu.

She opened the door and went in.

As she passed Bedroom 3, she saw the living room light was on. Zhang Suannai lay limp on the sofa, one arm and one leg dangling to the floor. She stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

At the sound of movement, she instantly sprang up.

Still as a fool, swift as a fleeing rabbit.

Zhang Suannai stared at Ning Qing, then came back to herself. "You're back? Was the mutton soup good?"

Ning Qing looked at her calmly and said in a soft voice:

"It was."

"I brought you some of the soup I had today. I'll go get it, and you can see which one tastes better." Zhang Suannai headed toward the dining room. As she passed Ning Qing, she noticed the bag in her hand and stopped. "What've you got there?"

"..."

Ning Qing gazed into Zhang Suannai's puzzled, guileless eyes. Her expression remained calm, but a faint light flickered in them.

How would I feel right now if I hadn't listened to Chen Shu?

Would I be embarrassed?

Or would it be shame? Guilt?

"What are you standing there for?"

Ning Qing withdrew her gaze and raised the bag in her hand. "I brought you some of the soup I had today,