Yu Xia interrupted him early, afraid he'd say something out of line.
She stopped rubbing her leg lotion, as if he were right in front of her, sprang upright, and spoke through gritted teeth.
Xie Qingci wasn't upset; he even chuckled a bit.
"Sis, I was wondering if we could video chat. I want to see you."
"..." She closed her eyes, "No, you can't. An apprentice video-calling a mentor in the middle of the night? Are you playing some sort of unwritten rule game here?"
In fact, what she wanted to say was the same thing she said that day—
They're now exes, still playing apprentice and mentor roles on camera, is this kind of relationship suitable for midnight video calls?
Xie Qingci's tone was casual: "So does that mean you'll 'unwrite-rule' me, sis?"
"...You! There's no 'unwrite-rule' here, not at all!"
"Even if I'm at your doorstep?" He seemed somewhat regretful, "If you don't fancy me, you mustn't fancy Wei Yaoyao either."
Turns out he's here probing about this.
