Zhong Lang walked shoulder to shoulder with her, "Want to know? But you don't have a chance anymore."
"What do you mean? Speaking in riddles." Jian Xi gave him a glance, truly baffled.
"Do you like second brother? Otherwise, why are you so concerned about him?" Zhong Lang leaned in, as if he had discovered some secret.
"Pshaw..." Jian Xi extended her hand, pressed it against Zhong Lang's forehead, and pushed him away, "Are you sick... If you're sick, get treatment quickly."
Having said that, she supported herself on the stair railing and went up, not glancing back at Zhong Lang. Zhong Lang stood alone at the stairway entrance, raising his hand to rub the forehead that was made sore by her poking.
"What kind of person is this? Such a bad temper! I wonder who would dare marry you," Zhong Lang called to her retreating back.
"You don't need to worry about that, you'd better spend more time worrying about yourself." Jian Xi's voice came down from upstairs.
