With his warm and pleasant breath spraying between her nostrils, Di Xiaxia felt herself getting tipsy.
This freaking guy, he cos back and without asking for any context, regardless of the occasion or ti, starts making his move without a word, is that really okay?
"But..." Di Xiaxia, her face all red, said embarrassingly, "This is the kitchen..."
Damn it!
Absolutely not!
Di Mingzhe raised an eyebrow, and almost wanted to laugh. So this girl was hesitating for so long because she was afraid he would take her in the kitchen?
Actually, he hadn’t thought about that; he just wanted to ask her a very serious question.
So Di Mingzhe took her down and carried her to the living room sofa.
Di Xiaxia was quite puzzled and couldn’t help asking, "Big, big brother, what, what does this an?"
Di Mingzhe poured her a glass of juice and poured himself a glass of red wine then sat down with deliberate slowness.
Di Xiaxia blinked, was big brother in the mode for a serious conversation?
Or was he about to strongly brainwash and educate her in various ways?
"Xiaxia?" Di Mingzhe took a sip of the wine and slowly began to speak.
"Here!" Di Xiaxia got so excited she almost shouted out loud.
Di Mingzhe’s smile grew, and with apparent interest, he suddenly asked, "I heard that there are male students at your school who are pursuing you."
Di Xiaxia: "..."
Crap!
How did he know about that?
How did he find out?
Had he been spying on her?
"How did you know about that?" Di Xiaxia couldn’t help but ask curiously.
"I have my ways," Di Mingzhe smiled, "I heard they even wrote you quite a few love letters, recently launching a text ssage love letter offensive."
Di Xiaxia felt a little embarrassed.
"Uh, that." Di Xiaxia scratched her head, "I told him I have a husband already, but he doesn’t believe , keeps saying he’s never seen you, and I..."
Di Xiaxia blurted out anxiously and then regretted it imnsely.
She knew full well Di Mingzhe was inconvenient to show up at such occasions...
"So that’s how it is." Di Mingzhe put away his smile and beca serious again.
He thought for a bit and then said, "When should your husband accompany you for a visit?"
"No, no, no, that’s not necessary," Di Xiaxia hurriedly shook her head, "Never mind him, I’ve been ignoring him anyway."
"Let see the love letters he gave you," Di Mingzhe said.
"I’ve already thrown them away," Di Xiaxia said frankly, "I don’t like him, what would I keep them for? I’ve told him many tis to stop writing to , but he keeps insisting, saying sothing about writing 999 love letters."
Talking about this made Di Xiaxia feel exasperated.
"Oh?" Di Mingzhe raised an eyebrow; it seed this love rival was sowhat interesting.
"And the text ssages he sent you?" Di Mingzhe continued to ask.
"Deleted them," said Di Xiaxia, "I didn’t even look at them, and don’t know where he got my number."
This boy was really annoying, probably got her phone number from soone in class, and texted her every day, pushing her to the brink of a breakdown, and he wouldn’t stop no matter how many tis she told him.
She really, really wanted to change her number, but then again, she had no excuse.
If she changed her number, Di Mingzhe would undoubtedly ask all kinds of questions, so she hadn’t changed it.
Instead, she simply added his number to the blacklist, but that guy was tenacious, kept changing his number and ssaging her, making her extrely frustrated.
"Is he constantly harassing you with different numbers?" Di Mingzhe asked again.
Di Xiaxia pursed her lips and finally nodded, "Yeah, it’s a bit annoying."
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