Rong Yan thought someone had replied to her message and excitedly finished her popsicle, hastily opening the message. To her great disappointment, it was just [LSX]’s icon lying there quietly, motionless. Instead, a strange icon she had never seen before popped up.
Rong Yan felt like she was on a roller coaster, plummeting from a peak into a deep valley.
She clicked on the strange icon and took a casual glance, her face immediately showing an indescribable expression.
The message wasn’t from anyone else, but from Gu Zekai, who had stopped her in the evening and specifically added her on WeChat.
Gu Zekai didn’t have anything special in his message.
He first asked how her ’friend’s’ car accident was handled, then began saying how he missed her, how unforgettable she was tonight, wanting to see her real face, asking if she could do a video chat so he could see her again.
Rong Yan had seen people arrange private meetings with fans before, but this was the first time she saw such an impatient one, clearly a scumbag playing with fans’ emotions.
She checked the account Gu Zekai used to add her; it had no information verifying his identity, barely any moments posted, clearly just a burner account for flirting.
The messages kept popping up.
She glanced down, her fair legs crossed on the sofa, and replied to one.
Little Demon Rong: [This isn’t great, it’s not convenient for me.]
Gu Zekai’s messages kept ing in, incessantly.
Earlier in the bar, he had still acted restrained and proud, but privately he was shamelessly clingy.
[Why is it not good?]
[You don’t trust me or is it just not convenient?]
[Don’t you know what kind of person I am after following me for so long? I know I might have scared you, I didn’t mean to be abrupt, but it’s the first time I’ve met a girl who makes my heart race like you do. Do you know? Your eyes are like stars, I got lost in them with just one glance. I want to get to know you, is that okay?]
Eyes like stars? The image of eyes crusted with buying frenzy popped into Rong Yan’s mind, and she imagined a scene where her face had a pair of headlights like big eyes that made him ’unforgettable,’ and she couldn’t help but want to laugh.
Her fingers typed swiftly, replying back.
Little Demon Rong: [I googled a picture of stars, are you saying my eyes are blank, like the surface of the moon? TT~]
She even sent a snapshot of an actual star along.
The gray rock looked both dirt-like and hard, as ugly as could be.
Little Demon Rong: [Why are you cursing at me?]
After she sent this message, Gu Zekai was silent for a long time, probably baffled by her bizarre train of thoughts, not knowing how to reply.
Rong Yan didn’t care, casually setting his messages to do-not-disturb mode, planning to block him on WeChat after sorting out the mess with Lemon.
After setting up, she opened the top message from a certain someone.
It was still just the few messages she sent, with absolutely no intention of replying!
Her long legs crossed unfortably began to bee restless again, and after a moment’s thought, she got up and walked to the kitchen.
Soon, the kitchen was filled with clattering noises.
Rong Yan busied herself for a full half hour before getting the fire started, turning it down to simmer on low heat, then walked out of the kitchen.
As soon as she came out, she bumped into a little fellow in pajamas, rubbing his sleepy eyes, "Mom, aren’t you asleep yet?"
Li Duidui was dressed in the panda outfit Rong Yan had bought for him; the black and white panda pajamas wrapped around his not yet fully grown body, looking almost as cute as a real panda.
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