When Zhou Bingzhu got up the next day, he once again realized it was already quite late.
He recalled the events of the previous night, quickly opened his eyes, and scanned the room, but Gu Shengyin was not in sight.
The feeling of being refreshed after a good night's sleep was indeed pleasant.
Zhou Bingzhu washed up and opened the door, just in time to see Gu Shengyin entering the room.
She was holding something in her hands, with dew still on her hair, evidently having been up early.
Zhou Bingzhu glanced at the bag in her hand, which contained some greens and meat, clearly ingredients for cooking.
"You... cook your own meals?" Zhou Bingzhu was a bit surprised.
In Zhou Bingzhu's mind, people like exorcists were quite mysterious. He even thought they didn't partake in worldly things, let alone cook for themselves.
Gu Shengyin gave him a look: "If I don't cook, I'd starve."
Zhou Bingzhu: "..."
He's realized that when talking to her, he always ends up at a loss for words.
