"I already said I'm sorry, didn't I? Why can't you just let it go?"
He declared, an iron pot stewing a big goose—jealously mouthwatering, old man.
Chi Yan had intended to reason with her properly, but she ran off so quickly that he just couldn't catch her.
To say, the fastest runner in the supermarket was no longer Lin Murong, it was Su Yinhe.
Score one for the home team.
After Su Yinhe ran away, she gave herself a big thumbs up in her mind.
Yes!
She was awesome, she was so awesome.
She was so capable.
She knew how to flirt.
Awesome.
She was so awesome.
Su Yinhe praised herself mightily in her heart.
She used to be tormented by Chi Yan until she blushed and got flustered, but now it was finally her turn.
Hehehe.
She was so awesome.
Flirt and then run.
She was super capable.
Su Yinhe giggled foolishly to herself.
However, as she delighted in her mirth, she began to feel she was somewhat like someone else.
Very, very much so.
Su Yinhe's face darkened.
