Fu Ziqian looked at Qiao Chuchu, and with a slight smile, asked, "So... you care about my face."
"..."
Qiao Chuchu gave Fu Ziqian a perplexed look. How thick-skinned must this person be to think she cares about his face?
Sometimes overthinking is a kind of illness.
Forget it.
She couldn't be bothered to waste words with Fu Ziqian.
Anyway, Fu Ziqian just loves being self-indulgent and unreasonable.
She really didn't want to deal with him!
Qiao Chuchu went back to her room. Fu Ziqian followed her.
"..." Qiao Chuchu looked at Fu Ziqian who had followed her, wanting to tell him to get lost, but she thought about it and eventually kept quiet.
She tells Fu Ziqian to get lost every day, but so far... not only has he gotten her, but he's also entered her life.
No matter how much she scolds, it's useless, she didn't want to waste her breath.
Qiao Chuchu grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom, turned on the shower... and started bathing.
