401 Mosquito Bites

"I don't understand what you're trying to say…" Yang Ruqin trailed off when he narrowed his eyes, diminishing the clarity within it.

"First you ignore my texts and calls for a week, then you randomly show up unannounced with the audacity to ask for a hug. What am I to you?" He harshly asked her, refusing to allow his heart be played like an instrument. And she seemed like the exact type of woman who could crush it without blinking.

Yang Ruqin bit her bottom lip, fiddling her fingers and playing with the decorative things every few seconds. He was fuming and she knew it. "F-friends?"

"Friends?" Huo Qiudong coldly repeated, his eyes freezing over. The customary warmth he had for her was beginning to die out. 

Seeing the fleeting light and the shriveling respect he had for her, Yang Ruqin panicked. "Qiudong, wait--"