Jing Po returned to his residence, dashed into the house to check on his potion furnace.
After being away for such a long time, the fire was normal, and there were no issues.
Jing Po spun around the house, finding nothing unusual, then darted outside and suddenly leaped up to hug Chuzheng.
Jing Po was so sudden that Chuzheng almost twisted her waist.
"What are you doing?" Chuzheng asked with a stern face.
Jing Po shook his head, burying his head between her hair and gently nuzzled.
Chuzheng was baffled, not knowing what this card was up to, so she just stood with him in the courtyard.
After a while, the young man let go of her, lowered his head, seemingly embarrassed: "I'm going in."
"Mm." Ah, finally let go, my waist…
"Um…"
Chuzheng lowered her outstretched hand, looking at him seriously: "Hm?"
"…Thank you."
After Jing Po finished saying that, he dashed into the room as if something was chasing him, and slammed the door shut.
