The next second, the towel she was using to dry her hair was taken from thin air.
Sheng Shushu looked up and saw Xiao Yu walking over, "Old?"
Her soft lips parted slightly.
This wasn't the first time she'd sarcastically addressed Xiao Yu like that, he must still hold a grudge.
"Do you think Chen Xiaona is pretty?" she abruptly changed the subject with her question.
Xiao Yu's expression remained unchanged, "Not as pretty as you."
Sheng Shushu: "..."
She stopped drying her hair and looked up at him with a touch of surprise.
A sudden quake of emotion jolted her heart; after all, she had little immunity against him, especially a talkative Xiao Yu like this.
When had he ever spoken like that in her previous life?
Never.
With her, he was reticent, always silent. Even if she asked, sometimes he wouldn't even bother to answer.
Over time, she dared not ask anything else.
The liveliest and most passionate moments between them were left to the confines of the bed.
