"Will I be interrupting your work?"
Chen Mei'Er still couldn't bring herself to say it directly. She wasn't a clingy woman, never had been. She never asked where Xiaofan was going today, or what he'd be doing tomorrow. She only ever picked the moments when she knew Xiaofan was home, then secretly ran over to steal a few tender minutes with him.
Of course, when she missed him too much, she'd do what she just did and give him a call. Just one call, just to say she missed him.
You could say Chen Mei'Er was a rare kind of weirdo. She'd originally liked women, yet somehow that one night she muddle-headedly developed feelings for Xiaofan—and once those feelings started, they were completely out of control.
