Confronted with Feng Ziheng's inexplicable jealousy, Chu Liangxia thought about his imminent departure for ten days and decided not to pick a fight with him.
"The day you start kicking off the blankets, I'll definitely be gentler with you," Chu Liangxia promised.
"Okay."
Feng Ziheng was surprisingly "placated."
Seeing his rare childishness, Chu Liangxia stared at him for a while and then couldn't help but feel delighted.
She teased him, "Do you know what your behavior is called? We call it 'tsundere.' Young Master Feng, your dark and hoodlum image is about to collapse, do you realize that?"
"Dark?" Feng Ziheng raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone low and somewhat suggestive as he reached out to hook Chu Liangxia's chin, then said, "Hoodlum?"
For some reason, Chu Liangxia felt... she was inexplicably charmed.
Her cheeks flushed red.
