"Do you think there's something wrong with her brain?" Li Que stormed around the dorm room in anger, gesticulating wildly. "She's been doing that guy's laundry since high school, for over three years already. Isn't that enough?"
"Doing laundry isn't the issue. The problem is that after all these years, he hasn't shown any interest, and she's still helping him like this. Isn't that just sick?" Li Que was truly furious. If they were a couple, it would be understandable. But the thing is, they're not. That guy hasn't expressed anything, nor has he rejected her. It's clear he's just stringing her along."
While Li Que was fuming, Ruan Jiaojiao was lost in thought.
From Li Que's words, it was clear that the guy her friend liked was a typical manipulative jerk. He neither rejected nor accepted her, a proper jerk in modern terms.
However, Ruan Jiaojiao wasn't focusing on that point, but rather on something else.
And that is—
