Chu Jing replied nonchalantly, "What's so strange? Everyone knows I'm popular and that I'm not normal. Isn't that perfectly normal?"
She finally looked up, the corners of her mouth curving slightly. Her tone was as relaxed as if she were discussing the weather.
Her voice was cool with a hint of mockery, as if she were speaking of the most trivial thing in the world.
A glint flashed in her eyes, like a meteor streaking across a cold night sky—brief, yet blinding.
Qie'er was so furious his chest tightened. He forced a smile through clenched teeth. "You're just the same as always. Your mouth is as foul as ever."
His chest heaved violently. A cold sneer escaped his throat as he ground his teeth.
He wanted to explode in rage, but her utterly nonchalant attitude left him choking on his words, unable to form a complete sentence.
That familiar feeling of being utterly ignored washed over him again, corroding his sanity like venom.
