"What do you want to hear?"
"Whatever I want to hear, you'll just say it?!" Qiao Xiguan suppressed her anger.
Gu Zichen said nothing, as if his silence was an implicit agreement.
Damn.
Qiao Xiguan clenched her fingers, forcefully turned Gu Zichen to face her, and said word by word, "You said you would miss me."
A sudden flicker of surprise crossed Gu Zichen's indifferent face, and his eyes tightened.
"Say it, that's exactly what I want to hear," Qiao Xiguan whimsically cooed.
Gu Zichen simply ignored her and closed his eyes to sleep again.
"Say it." Seeing Gu Zichen like this made Qiao Xiguan even more annoyed. She shook his body, forcing him to open his eyes again.
Gu Zichen stubbornly kept his eyes closed, adamantly opposing her.
Qiao Xiguan was so angry she could spit blood. This nitpicking man, her eyes tightened with nostalgia as she said, "Gu Zichen, if you don't speak up, I'm going to take liberties with you!"
Gu Zichen's eyes suddenly snapped open.
