"No need."
Hearing this, Su Ran's expression paused, and she softly replied, "…Oh."
Fu Qiyuan's gaze had always been on Su Ran, and he immediately noticed the change in her expression.
His deep, dark eyes flashed slightly. Seeing Su Ran's gaze falling, intentionally or unintentionally, on the two bags beside her, a glint of understanding passed through his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.
"If there are clothes, I might consider changing."
Su Ran suddenly looked up, "Hm?"
Fu Qiyuan stared at her and said indifferently:
"No clothes to change into."
Su Ran's eyes flickered, "If there were clothes, would you change?"
"Yes."
Su Ran stayed silent for two seconds without saying a word.
Fu Qiyuan was not in a hurry either; he leaned back against the sofa chair and fiddled with the clothes he was wearing.
"These clothes have been worn all day; they're quite uncomfortable now. It's a shame there's nothing to change into."
