In the aftermath of the chaotic encounter, a cold silence enveloped the room where Su Cheng and Chen Wei found themselves. The air was thick with unresolved tension, an unspoken understanding that the delicate balance between them had once again been disrupted.
"Su Cheng, please stop being problematic," Chen Wei implored, his patience wearing thin. He couldn't fathom why every interaction with Su Cheng seemed to devolve into a melodramatic spectacle.
"But, Chen Wei, he really hurt me. Look at this mark," Su Cheng protested, raising his bruised arm as if it were evidence of a grievous injury.
"It's a small scratch, Su Cheng. Why blow it out of proportion?" Chen Wei sighed, frustration etching his features. The recurring drama was beginning to take its toll, and he yearned for a semblance of normalcy.
