My Room Has Only Had You as a Visitor

"..."

Qi Yu, who taught you to say sweet words with such an unchanged expression?

Song Jianyi had a wooden stick in her hand, ready to give him a profound lesson in flirting.

But somehow, the wooden stick ended up in Qi Yu's hand and he casually tossed it aside.

His voice was close, just a few inches away: "Bao'er, you haven't said that you miss me."

"Why should I miss you? I don't miss you."

Song Jianyi turned her face away stubbornly and muttered, "Someone next door seems to miss you. Why don't you go catch up with her?"

"I'm not familiar with her."

"Are strangers supposed to stand in front of your door in a bathrobe?"

Qi Yu amusingly admired her puffed-up cheeks.

With a flick of his finger, he saw Song Jianyi, like a cat, wanting to bite his hand.

"Haha..."

He was in a good mood, delighted to see the silly girl getting jealous for him.

But, too much jealousy can be detrimental to a relationship. It's not good to take misunderstandings too seriously.