Lei Xiaojiao's face flushed in a streak of red. She pinched Zhu Xiaoli and, both shy and annoyed, said, "I—I'm just ordinary friends with him, what happened just now was all because you egged me on, okay?"
"Yeah right, 'ordinary friends' would buy you that many designer bags? 'Ordinary friends' would treat you to thousand‑yuan feasts?" Zhu Xiaoli curled her lip in disdain. "And the way he looks at you, it's obviously full of tender love, feelings rooted deep, so intense he can't extricate himself but has no idea how to express it…"
Lei Xiaojiao's heart skipped a beat, but she cut her off with a dark look. "What will it take for you to believe me, huh? There's really nothing going on between us!"
"Tch, if there's nothing, then hurry up and make there be something."
