Premonition

"Did I wake you up?" Jing Yan's eyes widened in surprise, and in the next moment, his eyes were filled with deep self-blame.

"No, I didn't sleep well," He Miao quickly denied it and let him in.

Jing Yan entered He Miao's house as if it was his own. Onion seemed to treat him as another owner and would always ask for a hug whenever he saw him.

Jing Yan picked up Onion with a smile and placed his bag on the table. "Open it."

"Thank you," she said. Hearing the familiar sound of perfume bottles clattering against each other, He Miao knew what was inside without even opening it.

Jing Yan obviously did not expect her to thank him so directly. He choked on his water and coughed a few times before he blushed and said, "You don't have to thank me. We agreed to leave everything to me. I will definitely do it for you."