Ten minutes later, Xiyan's door was knocked on.
Glancing at the time, Xiyan raised her voice, "Who is it?"
"Me!" A voice full of confidence and arrogance answered.
Xiyan rolled her eyes and deliberately played dumb, "Who are you?"
Ou Jue crossed his arms, leaning sideways against the doorway, "The one who makes your heart race."
Xiyan's face turned beet red.
Damn it!
She jumped off the bed and opened the door, "Why are you knocking on my door?"
"..." Ou Jue brought his left hand up, curled it into a fist, and lightly coughed into it in an unnatural manner.
Huh?
Xiyan blinked her eyes in confusion.
"Xia Xiyan." Ou Jue slid his hand into his pocket, his back straight, the sharp lines of his face looking exceptionally focused. "I want to ask you a question."
"Wha?" Why was Xiyan suddenly feeling a bit nervous?
"Did you... gain weight recently?"
... Where's my knife??
Xiyan's temple throbbed violently as she forced herself to suppress her anger and retorted, "I did NOT!"
