After he finished drinking the water, Lin Zhexia asked: “What time is it now?”
Chi Yao didn’t care much and casually pressed his phone.
When the phone unlocked, it didn’t show the time on the home screen, but the WeChat chat box that hadn’t been closed yet.
She glanced at it.
This glance caught the note at the top of the chat box.
Coward.
……
“Wait a minute,” Lin Zhexia spoke up, stopping him from sliding the interface, “you didn’t have a note before.”
Chi Yao listlessly indicated: “Just changed it last night, satisfied?”
Lin Zhexia: “Satisfied my foot.”
“You’d better change it,” she added, “otherwise I won’t message you anymore.”
Chi Yao raised the end of his eyebrow, unusually showing some spirit: “Is that such a good thing?”
“Perfect, saves me the trouble of finding you annoying and having to manually block you.”
“…”
Lin Zhexia gritted her teeth: “Anyway, change it for me, to something else.”
Chi Yao: “Like what?”
Lin Zhexia thought of something randomly: “Like, Brave Lin or something.”
Chi Yao: “Oh.”
Lin Zhexia: “What do you mean by ‘oh’?”
Chi Yao copied her earlier reply and said: “I don’t want to deal with you, but I still have to respond perfunctorily.”
Chi Yao’s phone was right in front of her. She blinked her eyes, a certain idea springing up in her mind, and then, taking advantage of Chi Yao’s inattention, reached out to grab the phone from his hand.
However, this attempt failed.
Instead, it gave Chi Yao time to raise the phone high where she couldn’t reach.
Lin Zhexia became a bit desperate: “Give me your phone.”
Chi Yao: “Come and take it yourself.”
Lin Zhexia’s height was limited, and with the sofa between them, jumping wasn’t very convenient.
She stood on tiptoe, reaching out to take it, but lost her balance and fell forward uncontrollably.
“…”
Her vision went black.
Her nose hit something, taking a hard bump.
The sensation that followed was both soft and hard beneath her.
The soft part was Chi Yao’s sweater.
But he wasn’t soft at all. Boys’ bones are very hard, with little flesh. His shoulder that she bumped into was hard, and the chest her hand was pressing against was also hard. This person looked very thin and was currently sick, yet he wasn’t frail at all. His waist and abdomen seemed to have a layer of subtle abs.
Lin Zhexia was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and saw Chi Yao’s clearly defined neck and profile right in front of her.
The young man’s jet-black bangs hung down his forehead. Due to his illness, his eyes looked listless.
After a while, he looked at her and asked: “Lin Zhexia, how long are you going to lie here?”
Before his words ended.
He added with a trailing tone: “Are you… planning to stay sprawled on me and not get up?”