Then when he cooks for her, can she think that he loves her to the core? So he doesn’t hesitate to cook for her? It’s really funny.
"I also drew a sketch for the child mother."
Gu Xiaoai said calmly, grabbing the sketch and holding it in her arms. She would love him, unless she lost her mind.
"Did you draw it for the child mother?"
Li Juefeng's face suddenly darkened. He snatched the sketch back from her arms, walked to the wall and pressed the internal line, "Tongma, tear up the sketch she drew for you. Now! Right now!"
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Gu Xiaoai looked at him speechlessly.
After saying that, Li Juefeng turned around and raised the sketch in his hand at her, "This is the only one I have now."
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Even if only one of his sketches is left, what can it prove?
Does this prove that she is in love with him?
Because I love him so much that I have to draw a sketch for him?!
"Have a meal."
Not wanting to continue this boring causal argument, Gu Xiaoai pulled up a chair and sat down to eat.
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After a super spicy dinner, while Li Juefeng was taking a shower, Gu Xiaoai sneaked into the restaurant and picked up the mobile phone he had thrown away from the trash can.
Sneaking into a bedroom, Gu Xiaoai wiped the dirt on her phone with a tissue over and over again. After wiping it clean, she didn't know what to do.
She really wanted to restore freedom of communication, but if she was asked to call, she really didn't know who to call.
Her friend Zhu Zhiyi must be having sex with her boyfriend, and her uncle must be having dinner at home at this time... Apart from these two people, she can't think of any number she can dial.
No, she still has three numbers...
Time passed by minute by minute.
Finally, Gu Xiaoai dialed the private mobile phone number Chu Shixiu left for her. She thought she would not call him, but she didn't expect that so soon...she called him.
Chu Shixiu’s ringtones are all Chopin’s piano sounds.
The low-pitched piano was picked up shortly after, and Chu Shixiu's gentle voice came through the mobile phone, "Hello, I'm Chu Shixiu."
Gu Xiaoai stood in front of the window holding her cell phone, and couldn't help but smile knowingly when she heard this.
Chu Shixiu's opening remarks on the phone were exactly the same as hers.
She opened her mouth to say something, but when she reached her mouth, Gu Xiaoai realized that her throat was hoarse and so dry that she couldn't say a word.
It was just a few seconds of silence.
Chu Shixiu asked nervously, "Is it Ai Ai?"
It was very quiet over Chu Shixiu's side, so quiet that she could hear his breathing being quick and urgent.