Rong Rui finished speaking, and his chubby little hand patted his small chest, his big eyes sneaky as he stared at the door.
"... Uh, Little Rui, I'm not here to apologize."
What?
Not here to apologize?
Rong Rui's bubbling cheerful mood instantly plummeted.
The corners of his eyes tugged downward, his little mouth puckered, as he leaned back and flopped straight onto the bed.
He stared at the doorway with a dead-fish look of utter despair.
If it's not to apologize, then why knock on the door?!
Made him all happy for nothing! Hmph.
"... Little Rui, I'm a bit cold, but all my clothes are in the wardrobe in your room. Could you open the door, so I can come in and get them?" Tang Yige's voice was soft and weak, like a little girl.
Rong Rui rolled his eyes.
No one needs him anymore.
Still thinking of taking clothes from his room, no way!
"Little Rui, it's so cold, ah-choo~~~"
Rong Rui, "..." Is it really that cold?
