What Floor Is This?

Fali came back in the evening and realized that Chen Zhao had come home earlier than her.

"Chen, you didn't go out today?"

"I did and then came back." Chen Zhao grabbed Fali's hand and pulled her into his lap.

"I'm all sticky. Let me shower."

"Together."

Fali knew that Chen Zhao would say that, as he always did. She couldn't resist him either, so Chen Zhao could always do what he wanted.

During the heated moment, Chen Zhao murmured, "I'm going out tonight."

"Where?"

"Hospital."

"You're sick? Wait…you're a doctor."

"Faur has a patient that needs my help."

"Should I drive you?"

"Sure."

Chen Zhao personally made dinner. Usually, Fali prepared it, but Chen Zhao came back earlier this time. Naturally, he couldn't let Fali work.