"How can you blame me for this?" Song Xiaodong gave Miao Qingqing a big roll of her eyes.
Grinding her teeth, Miao Qingqing said, "If not you, then who should I blame, why did you say we were here to check into a room just now?"
"What should I have said, then? That we came here to hang out? That we came to meet a friend? Or that we just stopped by on the way to use the restroom?"
Miao Qingqing was at a loss for words after Song Xiaodong's rebuttal; indeed, there didn't seem to be any good reason other than checking into a room when inside a hotel.
"The key point is that you were acting so guilty, okay? I haven't done anything wrong, so I'd squarely admit it, but look at you, blushing and all nervous. If I didn't suspect you of wrongdoing, that would be strange. You're dragging me down, you know? Let me tell you, if your dad forces me to marry you over this, I'm not having it."
