She had just sighed when the recently blank screen of her phone lit up again. The crisp ringtone filled the air, and without a second thought, Ye Nuanxi answered the call, "Murong Senior..."
"Who's Murong Senior? Is he that first love you met abroad?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Han Kekou shrieked from the other end of the phone, "So, Ye Qianqian wasn't wrong, you really had a first love?"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
"Who hasn't had a first love?"
It was just a matter of whether the first love was still around. "Don't tell me you've never had a first love!"
"Nope!"
Han Kekou didn't even need to think about such a question, "I've never had a first love, only my brother. My brother has been so strict with me I never even got to have a first love!"
"Then your first love is your brother!"
Ye Nuanxi rolled her eyes in annoyance at her phone, which she held up against Huo Beichen's tidy bookshelf, "You called me in the middle of the night just to ask if I've had a first love?"