Ling Zhuang quietly exhaled and wrapped his arms around Jiang Jiamian's waist. "Why didn't you come back? Do you know how worried I was about you?"
Jiang Jiamian lazily leaned against him. "A picnic, of course. Eating in that tiny room every day is so boring."
"A picnic?"
Ling Zhuang glanced at the horde of zombies standing motionless behind Jiang Jiamian. "You're having a picnic with these things? You really have free time to spare."
Apparently, he'd rather eat surrounded by zombies than sit down to dinner with him.
"Of course not." Jiang Jiamian chuckled, his lips brushing lightly against Ling Zhuang's neck as if ready to bite. "I mainly wanted to see what it takes for Professor Ling to actually make a move. You've tested me already, but I still don't know your true strength. What a pity."
"So, do you know now?"
Ling Zhuang shook his head helplessly. "If you really went all out, I might not be your match."
