fu huan didn't even know how she got home. her mind was in a daze. when she was almost at the door, she suddenly realized that she was still wearing chen wang's clothes. she hurriedly took them off and stuffed them into her canvas bag, including the rabbit, making the bag full.
when she entered the living room, fu qinyuan and qiao zhichu were sitting together and talking about something. huai sheng was sitting on the other side, holding a buddhist scripture in his hand. they were far away, so she couldn't see the title. after greeting them, he stood at the entrance and changed his shoes.
perhaps she was guilty, so the commotion was a little big.
on the way back, chen wang's words were all over the place. it was too easy for people to let their imagination run wild. it was obvious that her face must have been red at that time.
fu qinyuan looked up at her. " what did you have for lunch? "
"i'm just ... just eating."
