Meow? (Indifference)
Yan Huan gently opened his mouth, taking in the spoonful of chicken soup.
And Ye Shiyu's question followed right after,
"Xiao Huan, are you a jerk?"
"Cough... cough cough cough!!"
Upon hearing this question, Yan Huan couldn't hold back, the chicken soup he was about to swallow almost came out of his throat.
Even so, he still started coughing like crazy.
"Are... are you okay, Xiao Huan?"
Ye Shiyu gently patted Yan Huan's shoulder, but Yan Huan couldn't hold it in and looked up,
"I... I just want to ask, define it?"
"... Juggling multiple relationships, being involved with several girls at the same time."
The more Yan Huan listened, the more guilty he felt.
Because, according to Ye Shiyu's definition...
He probably, maybe, possibly, should be...
A jerk?
Could he answer that it was just to solve the modifier?
"..."
Seeing Yan Huan silent, the slight blush on Ye Shiyu's face gradually turned pale.
