Back in the bedroom after dinner, Song Qiao watched Lu Jingchen take clothes out of the closet one by one, momentarily confused about what he was doing. When she finally realized, she blinked and lazily asked, "Can I ask what you're doing?"
Lu Jingchen held a set of clothes in one hand and glanced at both this set and that set, feeling neither were suitable. He returned them to the closet and pulled out two new sets, finally looking at Song Qiao on the bed and saying, "Didn't we agree to visit the night market later? Which set will you wear first?"
Night market...
As soon as she heard Lu Jingchen's words, her eyes lit up, and all her laziness and fatigue vanished. She glanced at the two sets in Lu Jingchen's hand and pointed to the one on his left, "That one. The weather is cooling down, so I'll wear a jacket later."
Night market... It's been a long time since she's been to a night market.
