Li Mengjie reached out and touched Ling Xuejiu's forehead, then said, "Xue Jiu, are you... are you sure you don't have a fever?"
"Go to hell!" Ling Xuejiu was so angry she could hardly stand it, and retorted, "You're the one with a fever!"
"You don't like Wang Shuze anymore?" Li Mengjie felt Ling Xuejiu's forehead temperature was normal, so she was greatly surprised.
Ling Xuejiu paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "So what, is there a problem? What's so great about him that I have to like him?"
Li Mengjie stuck out her tongue. Her best friend had been smitten with handsome Wang for more than a day or two, but a year or two, and now she suddenly said she didn't like him anymore; how could Mengjie not be shocked? She again stuck out her tongue and whispered, "You like the Cold Bodyguard?"
