"No."
Lu Yanchuan replied crisply, causing Qiao Yi to roll her eyes in frustration.
"Hmph! Hurry up and go! Stop hanging around in front of me!"
Lu Yanchuan was ruthlessly driven out of the house by Qiao Yi, who then ran back to her bedroom and buried herself in the blanket, blushing secretly.
But in addition to being shy, Qiao Yi also felt some loss.
She had made it so obvious, yet Lu Yanchuan did not show any hint of jealousy, even cutting it off decisively as if he afraid to be involved with her.
Thinking of this, Qiao Yi suddenly sprang up from the bed, grabbed a pillow, and with a fierce look on her face, yelled at the air.
"You are already mine! Even if you want to leave now, you have to see if I agree!"
She regretted it; what could be done!
She had said that if Lu Yanchuan didn't like her, they could break up; what could be done!
She wanted to go back on her word; what could be done!
After venting her anger at the air, Qiao Yi threw herself back onto the bed.
