"I told you not to be so jealous. What on earth is going on in that head of yours?"
Xu Su was so angry she laughed, her grip tightening slightly. "My relationship with Xi Zirong was just a simple high school romance, understand?"
Zhou Mochen didn't say a word, just buried his head in the crook of Xu Su's neck. He looked surprisingly fragile.
"Are you done? How much longer are you going to take?"
Xu Su couldn't help but rush him.
Zhou Mochen still didn't speak, as if he were holding his breath in a sulk.
Xu Su was getting annoyed. She forced herself to be patient, and just as her patience was wearing thin, she heard him let out a long, deep sigh.
She pushed him away and ran to the bathroom.
When she came out again, her hands were red.
Zhou Mochen was leaning back against the bed. He glanced over with a smirk. "That disgusted, huh?"
"Go brush your teeth."
Xu Su pulled him up, exasperated. "And brush them well."
"Alright, whatever you say."
