Lin Ruoxi's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes.
'A woman's tears really are a killer move!' Xue Rui's mind was a tangled mess.
"Xixi, I was wrong. I was just teasing you," Xue Rui said softly. He apologized to Lin Ruoxi out of pure instinct.
But the moment he apologized, he remembered that Lin Ruoxi wouldn't accept it.
'So why was I apologizing?'
He was suddenly reminded of a famous saying: the moment a woman sheds a tear, the man is in the wrong.
'It was part of a man's basic programming, a manifestation of the will to survive…'
Lin Ruoxi sniffled, wrapping her arms gently around Xue Rui's neck. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who misspoke."
Xue Rui hesitated for a moment before saying with feigned confidence, "Right, you misspoke. What's all this talk of 'dying'? It's bad luck. Quick, say 'ptooey' with me a few times."
