Zhang Qi seemed to have had too much to drink. He looked at Qiu Qianxue, his emotions running high. "Qianxue," he said, "I missed you."
Qiu Qianxue felt helpless. Had Zhang Qi gone crazy? Even if he missed her, there was no need to come over in the middle of the night. Not to mention, he also had a key to her house—that was simply perverse.
Qiu Qianxue was enraged. Pointing to the door, she said, "Zhang Qi, get out now, or I'm calling the police."
Zhang Qi's expression changed slightly. He reeked of alcohol, clearly having been out drinking. He grew furious. "You're actually going to call the police?! I'm your boyfriend!"
Qiu Qianxue maintained a cold expression. "What kind of boyfriend acts like you? Just get out."
