Early on Sunday morning, Lin Chuxia received a call from Lin Qingze.
"Xiaxia, tell me honestly, were you with that Gu guy last night?"
"Yeah, brother, what's up?" Lin Chuxia yawned delicately.
She glanced at her phone and saw it was only just after seven o'clock—still early. Why was her brother up so soon?
"You're still not up?" Lin Qingze, hearing Lin Chuxia's sleep-laden voice, furrowed his brows, "Didn't you usually start studying by six thirty?"
"Yes, but I stayed up late playing yesterday." She really didn't know what got into Gu Yuheng last night. Despite her being so well-behaved and not provoking him, he still acted like a madman, torturing her relentlessly.
With that thought, Lin Chuxia glared at Gu Yuheng fiercely.
At that moment, the man was lying on the bed with his eyes half-closed, looking at her with a smile brimming with warmth.
The brighter he smiled, the angrier Lin Chuxia became.
