Mi Shen frowned, "He doesn't care about me anymore."
For two consecutive nights, he hadn't come down to check if she was sleeping soundly.
Tonight, even if she didn't go back all night, he probably wouldn't notice, would he?
At that thought, she suddenly felt very dejected.
Mao Beibei looked at her complexion and, stroking her chin, said, "Mi Xiaoshen, do you like Fengchang?"
Like?
Mi Shen was startled, "Don't talk nonsense..."
"Then why are you so jealous?"
"I'm not jealous!" Mi Shen corrected seriously.
"Not jealous with such a sour tone?" Mao Beibei eyed her, "Be honest, didn't you suddenly get a wild idea to ask me out because of that photo I sent you before?"
"..." Mi Shen grimaced, wanting to say it wasn't true, but the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them with conviction.
"Is it? Do you like Fengchang?" Mao Beibei asked eagerly, her face full of gossip.
"No!" Mi Shen felt stifled and guilty.
