Ling Xuejiu paused, stunned. Xiao Jie, this girl, actually used the word 'too', which means, was she indirectly admitting that she was jealous? Without thinking, she pouted and said in irritation, "What's it got to do with me? I don't like him, so what's there for me to be jealous of? As for you, Xiao Jie, since you like him so much, why don't you just confess to him directly?"
"Confess?" Upon hearing these words, Li Mengjie's face suddenly turned red.
"Hmm?" Ling Xuejiu had only spoken out of frustration, but upon seeing the rare blush of shyness on Li Mengjie's face, she instantly felt a tinge of regret. Could it be that Xiao Jie really intended to confess her feelings to Leng Xuan?
But even if she did want to confess to Leng Xuan, what did that have to do with her?
She pouted, seeming rather wronged, and irritably turned her head away, picking up a book and starting to read, clearly no longer interested in continuing that topic with Li Mengjie.
