"I refuse to believe he's a block of wood!"
Qiao Chu angrily tossed her changed clothes into the basin, her cheeks burning with humiliation as she recalled the evening's experiences.
When had Chuchu ever had to humble herself like this? Usually, there was a conga line of men chasing after her, if not a strengthened platoon. Whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted to do, just the slightest hint from her would bring a herd of eager "gentlemen" scurrying to attend to her needs.
And now? She had gone as far as to cook... well, okay, it was just reheating the cold food in the microwave. But she had done it herself! She even got a burn blister on her hand and splattered some soup on her clothes, only to have that dinner companion not appreciate it one bit—in fact, he even complained! He actually complained!!
"Hey, do you think he's gay?"
Guan Tingting, as if she hadn't heard, was leaning against the headboard, busy with her laptop.
