"That's right! I want to thank you! You didn't throw the painting away and even gave it to me. Of course, I have to thank you." Xu Jiaojiao knew that the painting was not lost, so she felt relaxed now.
"You're not angry?" Huo Siming looked puzzled.
"I'm not angry! Why should I be angry? Is it because I went through the trash can? I was the one who wanted to go through it. It's not like you forced me." Xu Jiaojiao had never been the kind of girl who fussed over these things.
"Alright, I'm impressed." Huo Siming meant it. There was a smile in the corners of his eyes.
"So, where's your painting?" Xu Jiaojiao asked as she took a step closer to him.
"No, don't come near me." Huo Siming looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"Why? Are you still angry?" Xu Jiaojiao moved closer.
"I told you not to come near me. You reek!" Huo Siming hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.
"Do I? Why don't I smell it?" Xu Jiaojiao continued to walk forward.
