After a noisy morning, by the time Lin Xiaolu had combed her hair and shuffled to the dining table in her slippers to finish breakfast, it was already 7:25 a.m.
During that time, probably feeling that Lin Yun, as an ordinary person, couldn't see the Fairy, she and Moke still stared each other down now and then, extending their cold war from the bathroom to the breakfast table.
Lin Yun fully exhibited his acting skills by feigning ignorance and turning a blind eye. He silently cleaned up his dishes, gave them a quick wash, and put them into the sterilizing cabinet before picking up his things and looking at Lin Xiaolu.
He didn't speak, but his intention was clear: "Would you like me to drive you?"
Lin Xiaolu remained silent.
If Lin Yun chose to drive her to school at this time, it meant he was prepared to be late himself. She only didn't want to accept his kindness, not that she didn't understand it.