Looking dejected, He Qianhui elicited an inquiry from Zhang Hao: was she in a bad mood?
He Qianhui stuffed the remaining half glass of milk tea into his hand.
"Today, I was completely seen by the delivery guy, and you don't even have a reaction. Could it be..."
Zhang Hao took a sip of the milk tea, sweet and pleasant to taste.
"It's not like it hasn't happened before, why such a big reaction today?"
He Qianhui, annoyed, elbowed him in the chest to vent her frustration.
"How can it be the same? The last time was for the thrill, this time it was an accident. If you hadn't come back in time, I would have been bullied by the delivery guy."
"Alright, next time I won't go anywhere, but if I was in the room, wouldn't I seem even more like a Minotaur?"
He Qianhui glanced at him with a side-eye and said with a smile, "Then you should also seek some thrills; it can't always be me needing the excitement, right?"
Zhang Hao broke out in a cold sweat at her words.
