Seven Years

Gu Nianzhi shook her head and listlessly replied, "no." 

"Then what's wrong?" He Zhichu's shimmering, sultry eyes were full of concern, yet his thin lips appeared stoic. 

"It's nothing, just mood swings. I'll be fine in a bit." Gu Nianzhi was already used to He Zhichu's contradictory nature of suppressed concern. She looked up and tried to smile at him.

"That time of the month?" He Zhichu raised his brows. "Take a few days off if you're feeling unwell." 

Gu Nianzhi was so embarrassed she didn't dare meet He Zhichu's eyes. "No, that's not what I meant."

He Zhichu realized he'd made a wrong assumption, and he felt awkward as well. He got up and walked to the kitchen then came back with a plate of muffins. "Have one, I remember you said you liked this brand best."