——I've been on annual leave recently.
——I'm not going anywhere.
——Okay, let's just stay at home then.
——Leng Shaoze, don't be so full of yourself. I've already told my parents, and had the matchmaker inform you, that there's no possibility between us.
Leng Shaoze increasingly felt that she was someone whose words did not match her true feelings.
——Are you missing me already?
Dongfang Ling's cheeks instantly flushed with heat. What on earth was he saying?
——Would you be happy if I appeared before you right now?
——Stop kidding around. Didn't you go home already?
——Open the window!
Dongfang Ling, for some reason spurred on by impulse, actually went to open the window—and there stood Leng Shaoze, outside.
——Why haven't you left?
——I knew you would miss me.
Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she refused to look at him and went back to bed, writing: You better leave now. I'm tired and need to rest.
No one responded.
