"Zhou Xufang, you're not clingy enough with me."
Zhou Xufang's experience with interpersonal relationships was basically nil.
Clingy, that word was a bit beyond her comprehension. Hmm, she didn't quite understand—should she stick to Jiang Zhi every single day like those eight warming pads?
"I'm going back now, and you don't seem to care at all."
His tone sounded annoyed, but he was full of grievances. He even huffed at her, like a spoiled cat. When you stop pampering it, it can throw quite a tantrum, and it might even pat you with its chubby paws.
As expected.
He nibbled on her chin again, forcefully.
Zhou Xufang calmly wiped off his saliva: "I do care." It's just that, she said, "but we can see each other tomorrow."
She disapproved of his saliva!
Jiang Zhi's slightly mollified mood flared up again: "You don't even kiss me on your own."
Zhou Xufang's serious face crumbled into shyness: "There are, there are people."
