Qinghe's mouth twitched slightly; this felt somewhat like dealing with the mafia. Nevertheless, she found his forthright nature quite refreshing.
Without playing coy, she readily agreed, "Alright, you don't have to use 'brother' or 'sister'; just names are fine. We're friends from now on." She always found it weird to call others 'brother' or 'sister.' She just couldn't bring herself to say it.
Mei Zhehao nodded, giving off a vibe of a Jianghu heroine who disregards trivial formalities: "Okay, from now on we're buddies,"
Qinghe broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead, having long realized that this guy had a simple mind. But she hadn't expected him to be simple to this extent, quickly promoting her to a 'buddy' in just a short while.
Because of this accident, they were forced to head home early. Now that Qinghe was familiar with him, and seeing that she wasn't a pretentious little housewife, Mei Zhehao opened up like a chatterbox.
