"..."
"Have you missed me, hmm?"
"Say it, have you missed me?"
"..."
Qinghe tried to dodge his relentless, teasing hands while desperately wanting to slap him across the face. She was pushing her luck; he had asked that same question so many times.
Unsatisfied with her evasive behavior, Weisheng Yueren grew discontent and was determined to make her admit she had missed him. It was normal for a couple who hadn't seen each other for a long time to say they missed one another. What was there to be embarrassed about? Sometimes this girl was so aloof it made him grind his teeth, and at other times, her shyness left him speechless.
Qinghe, her teeth clenched with irritation, blurted out: "Yes, I missed you to death, okay?" It was beyond her why a man like him could also be so childish. There's a saying that a woman in love has zero IQ, but she felt that the IQ of a man in love wasn't much higher either.