Lin Que's Cold Humor

Just when Yan Zheke suspected that all of the voices around her had disappeared, her phone once again vibrated and a message popped up.

"I told her that because you were irritated at Xie Tianque's meddling, you'd just grabbed a male classmate that was visiting to act as a shield. These are your 'lines'."

Ah! Yan Zheke, gasped and relaxed a bit. She could hear her heart pulsating nervously, and it seemed like her blood was about to rush out, bubbling up towards her face.

"Cousin! Couldn't you just have sent it as a single message? You've almost scared me to death!" She used characters to display how drained she felt.

Lin Que quickly replied,

"When I answered your mother's phone call, I felt the same way."

"So you'll also let me experience it?" Yan Zheke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. All she knew was that her Cousin's cold humor was more than what an ordinary person could stand.

"..." She used the ellipse to express her emotion.