Yu Xia was speechless for two seconds.
Finally opened her mouth, could only turn her head to look at herself in the mirror, and said as if scolding him: "Dreaming are you, you're only twenty."
Not even the legal marriage age.
[Xie Qingci: Ah, what's wrong with being twenty, can't I fall in love?]
[Xie Qingci: It's not like we're getting married]
"..." So she was being excessively sentimental?
He must be teasing her, this annoying younger brother.
"I'm going to hang up now," she said flatly, "Early to bed, early to rise, good for health."
He started messaging faster.
[Xie Qingci: Don't]
[Xie Qingci: I can't sleep, miss you so much, sis]
Here he goes again, they had just met today, and he had cornered her in the bathroom for a smooch, now he keeps saying he misses her, as if they hadn't met in eight hundred years.
"Cut it out," she said gruffly, "If you want to think, go dream about it, hurry up and sleep now!"
