Under Xiao Ruawen's "forceful" coercion, Xu Qingfan agreed not to tell Xia Xiaoxiao about what happened in the afternoon.
But actually, there's really nothing much to tell, just foot massaging, it's not like they've never done it during regular massages.
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Before it got dark, Xu Qingfan returned home.
The aroma of the dishes wafted out from the kitchen. Despite many dishes from lunch being left unfinished, Wu Lingyu still cooked several new ones because Xu Qingfan doesn't like reheated food.
"Why did you come back so late, wash your hands and eat." Xia Xiaoxiao carried out a plate of stir-fried food from the kitchen, glancing at him standing at the door.
"I sat at Ruan Wen's place for a while," Xu Qingfan joked, knowing Xia Xiaoxiao could definitely cover for him if she asked Xiao Ruawen.
After changing his shoes, he walked to the kitchen, where the celery was stir-fried with something particularly aromatic.
