Fu Chi pushed Jiang Ruan into the room and glanced around the bedroom before pulling at the corner of his mouth ambiguously. Bo Qingyu never dared to express himself upfront, only subtly expressing his distinct feelings for Jiang Ruan.
The way he looked after Jiang Ruan was flawless though.
"He's actually pretty good to you," said Fu Chi.
He walked to the window, pushed it open, and was instantly hit by the cool morning air that was far cleaner than the city air; the mountain air was naturally fresh.
Jiang Ruan threw herself onto her bed and bounced a few times. "You're overthinking. This room used to be his bedroom. The only reason I got to live here was because we had a fight, and I won, so I kicked him right out."
This was the way they always interacted.
Less chatter, more brawl.
It was incredibly to-the-point.
