On an afternoon when the light fiercely swallows and spits out heat, Cheng Zhirang received a message from his dear girlfriend.
[Qiuqiu: Cheng Zhirang, you're so annoying]
At first sight, he was a bit stunned, but quickly reacted.
She had said that sentence last time, with a sticky voice, filled with grievance, but it wasn't really annoyance, it was... a pout.
Probably only a pout could define the meaning behind her words.
He pursed his lips and smiled, then called her.
Once the call was connected, there was silence on the other side.
Cheng Zhirang tentatively called her: "Qiuqiu?"
No response.
He called again: "Baby."
A sound came from the other side: "Hmm."
He almost chuckled, and patiently said, "What did you do with Uncle and Auntie today?"
"Went out to the supermarket. Why did you tell them all the details about me fainting?"
It wasn't really a question, still with some grievance.
