"It's okay, just wait a little longer."
Although there was a response from Qin Ruojing in the bedroom, Chu Ge found her tone quite strange—seemingly a bit frustrated, a bit tangled, a bit helpless.
Taking this long to get dressed, could something be stuck somewhere?
Sitting on a chair in the living room, Chu Ge thought to himself. After waiting a while, Qin Ruojing's voice came again from the quiet bedroom.
"Chu Ge, you... you can come in."
This time, Qin Ruojing's voice sounded even more helpless, with a hint of frustration.
As soon as he entered, Chu Ge was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but burst into laughter. As expected, he had guessed right.
To quote what Qin Ruoying once teased him about, did he perhaps have a prophetic mouth? Whatever he spoke about always came true.
Huh? That can't be right; it has nothing to do with his mouth. He had just thought it might be the case.
