Chenxing, not knowing their secret language, curiously asked, "Who are you two talking about from the past? Give a hint, will you?
"
"Adults are talking, kids shouldn’t interrupt." Luo Xi pushed her face away.
Chenxing muttered irritably, thinking her cousin knew, yet she still hadn’t managed to find out about Hua Hua’s ex. What a failure.
Hua Hua listened to Luo Xi with a complicated heart, finally saying, "I know I shouldn’t dwell on the past, but the present, oh, I can’t explain it to you guys anyway, you just don’t get it!"
Luo Xi raised an eyebrow, seeing his constipated and conflicted expression, thinking, is it really that complicated? Luo Xi checked the ti, "Anyway, I’ve said what I needed to. I have things to do, need a ride back. Chenxing, are you coming with or..."
"Little sister-in-law, this traitor, just leave already." Hua Hua whistled.
Chenxing was initially planning to accompany Hua Hua to Shaocheng, but his disdainful tone broke her heart. She stood up, "Then, I’ll leave."
"Bring Zun Zun and Sheng Sheng over tomorrow, you don’t need to co, bye-bye."
"Hmph!" Chenxing pouted, almost spitting blood, "Then call us if you need anything, call if you want to eat sothing. I’ll send the butler to make it."
"Tomorrow morning, I want to eat the plain rice porridge my brother cooks himself, don’t forget to remind him." When sick, you can make any request. Hua Hua thought life was best like this; he hadn’t had his brother-made porridge in ages and missed it so much, right?
Chenxing: "..." As if Shaocheng would actually cook himself!
In the end, the room was left with only him, swiping his phone alone.
Bored, he changed Ling Yin’s Weibo nickna from [I’m a Decent Scoundrel LY] to [I’m a Special Sausage LY], suppressing his laughter as he did it.
Switching accounts, logging into his own Weibo, Hua Hua changed his profile’s favorite food to sausage.
Changed it so discreetly, no one could spot the difference at a glance.
Pleased with himself, Hua Hua put away his phone, stuffed it under his blanket, closed his eyes, slept for fifteen minutes, then suddenly opened his eyes again to glance at the bed beside him. Ling Yin had turned over, facing him, still sound asleep, murmuring two words in his dreams: "Little Chu..."
Hua Hua shuddered, even grunted through his nose, turning his head away, refusing to look at him.
He hated hearing the words Little Chu, which sohow cheapened his own life-saving behavior.
But still in his dreams, unaware he was stepping on Hua Hua’s sensitive spots, Ling Yin called out again, "Little Chu..."
"I’ve told you more than once I’m not Little Chu!" Hua Hua turned over and glared at him, but Ling Yin didn’t respond. Knowing he was dreaming, Hua Hua pouted, taking a deep breath to keep calm.
He pulled out a tissue, rolled it into two balls, stuffed them into his ears to block out the annoyance.
Flipping again, he turned his back to Ling Yin.
Propping his head with his hand, Hua Hua closed his eyes, tossing and turning, his mood fluctuating, feeling a sense of frustration tinged with an indescribable complexity. Half an hour passed, yet he found no peace, slowly flipping over to gaze at Ling Yin’s face, studying him closely, from eyebrows to eyes, from eyes to nose, from nose... pfft...
Is it really you?
Hua Hua whispered in his heart, so this is what you look like?
Why do you appear in my world, you liar?
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