Ye Jiajia casually picked up a cute pink pillow from the sofa.
In Qiaoqiao's living room, the dominant color was pink, a theme that had never changed over the years.
The pillow in Jiajia's hand, in particular, had a cute cartoon pig embroidered on it, resembling the ornaments of a young girl.
Holding it, Jiajia looked even more youthful and cute.
However, she heaved a long sigh and wore a deliberately gloomy face.
"Xiao'an, I beg you, stop tormenting me, okay? Love is too exhausting, I don't want to talk about love anymore."
"Jiajia?"
"Stop, if you say any more, I will leave."
A resigned Qiaoqiao sat quietly, accepting that things worthwhile often require effort and cannot be rushed.
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Meanwhile, at Gu Xu's place.
Yun Mo and Gu Xu are in the host's living room.
Compared to Qiaoqiao's reception room, Yun Mo's exuded grandness and dignity.
