He stiffened noticeably. Jie Jingchen patted the back of her head, his lips curving into a strained smile. "You're absolutely right," he said gently. "Don't say it again."
"..." Qin Mei was speechless. 'What am I supposed to do? I really want to punch him right now.'
The corner of Qin Mei's mouth twitched. She channeled her urge to punch him into pinching his cheek instead. She put some force into her fingertips and didn't let go until his face was red from her manhandling. Only then, satisfied, did she release him.
"Jie Jingsi, I have a secret I want to share with you." Qin Mei changed the subject. 'Sitting under a crooked-neck tree talking about hanged ghosts is just too creepy,' she thought.
She didn't think Jie Jingchen was the type to enjoy discussing ghost stories, and he didn't like to gossip either. She, however, loved to.
'Discovering a secret and having to keep it bottled up is so frustrating!'
