[Lotus: No. That was her giving you instructions like a mother scolding a child. Try again.]
Tang Haoyu sighed, dragging a hand down his face. Why did his system have to be like this?
He finished his shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry off. His gym clothes were still in the corner, and Qingran's too-small pajamas were folded neatly on the counter. Neither option appealed to him.
[Lotus: Should've ordered express shipping.]
"Shut up," he muttered, wrapping the towel around his waist and stepping out into the room. His phone buzzed—a notification from the shopping app.
[Order confirmed. Estimated delivery: Tomorrow.]
Great. So he was still stuck in this mess until then.
[Lotus: You know… I could provide you with some clothes.]
Tang Haoyu paused, his grip tightening on the towel around his waist. He didn't trust Lotus—not when his system sounded way too smug.
"At what cost?" he asked warily.
