Just before she moved, Chi Yue smelled the familiar sandalwood scent deep in her bones, and she quietly withdrew her hand.
"What are you doing here?"
The man flicked his cigarette ash, "Let's talk inside."
After speaking, he didn't care whether she was willing or not and directly used her key to open the door.
Chi Yue had grown numb to his unpredictable appearances at her doorstep. She walked in slowly, only catching a glimpse of his figure leaving the washroom.
The cigarette in his hand was gone.
"Why aren't you off roaming the mountains and seeking a relationship with Ling Jiayu, and instead, you're here?"
On hearing this, Fu Rongyin stared at her until Chi Yue's scalp tingled. Then he suddenly asked, "Are you jealous?"
Chi Yue's eyes widened, "Is your understanding flawed? I was sincerely asking you a question."
Fu Rongyin's lips slightly, hardly noticeably curled up, the curve so slight Chi Yue almost thought she was seeing things?
"Are you mocking me?" Chi Yue asked.
