Jian Anning was hit hard, said nothing, and stormed out, leaving Yu Zexiao alone in the bathroom.
What she didn't know was that when Yu Zexiao was alone in the bathtub, he slowly submerged his head underwater. It was unclear whether it was due to the pressure of the water, but his heart felt slightly suffocated, and he frowned in discomfort.
He was an artist, but he hoped even more that he could be a pure musician. In this world full of evil spirits, only the beauty of music was pure and unadulterated. He had set standards for his significant other, numerous as they may be, but there was one indispensable condition—they must know music, they must be able to play the piano!
Although, his current feelings for Jian Anning were definitely not that of lovers, let alone love. To put it bluntly, it was at most a physical attraction. But she was indeed one of the few women he didn't dislike over the years.
He had just been truly looking forward to Jian Anning saying yes!
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