"Sister! Can you control your temper? You dare to mess with Song Xiuxia, are you tired of living?"
"I donât care who he is, Iâm in a terrible mood right now! But... what does this Song Xiuxia look like? I was just staring at his forehead, I didnât even look at his face! Wasnât he supposed to be handsome?"
Eleven chuckled, "Handsome! Of course, he is handsome! If not, who do you think those girls were all over just now? With Song Xiuxia gone, youâd be dead meat."
"Oh!! Really? Then, compared to Gu Liancheng, whoâs more good-looking??"
"Um..." Eleven really began to ponder, "Thatâs not a fair comparison! They are two completely different types. Gu Liancheng is more mature, heâs already 28 after all, has the charm of a man whereas Song Xiuxia... well, he embodies youth, and you can only use words like âyoungâ and âyouthfulâ to describe him."
"Oh!"
"What, planning to make a move?"
"Get out of here! Whoâs even in the mood? You better keep cleaning if you want to go home!"
Eleven touched her forehead, um... she had a bit of a headache, and didnât know if it was because she had taken a cold shower that morning and gotten a chill.
...
She didnât visit Jin Xiangbeiâs company during the day, because she didnât want to cause any controversy.
If she went looking for Jin Xiangbei in her current state, she would only be talked about from head to toe by the employees of the company.
At nine oâclock in the evening, she came to Jin Xiangbeiâs house once again.
Since Aunt Li had told him that Eleven would be coming over in the evening, he opened the door himself when he heard the doorbell.
"Iâm not coming in, just please give me my phone back, Mr. Jin."
"You are an hour late." Jin Xiangbei looked at the time on his wristwatch.
"..." She didnât even agree to his maintenance! "Mr. Jin, if I remember correctly, I have already returned your check, without spending a dime."
"Come in."
Eleven stood at the door and didnât go in.
She had grudges against what happened yesterday.
She was no longer interested in walking through the door.
However, when Jin Xiangbei returned a few steps and found that she had not followed him in, he turned back intending to close the door. Eleven stretched out her hand to block it and frowned, "My phone!"
"Come in!"
Eleven had no choice but to enter.
She had to get her phone back!
Although she had baffled everyone during the day, what if Gu Liancheng called again at night?
If Jin Xiangbei answered it, she would be done for.
"Whereâs my phone?"
"Iâm hungry." Jin Xiangbei was sitting on the sofa, tapping on the keyboard.
"Whereâs Aunt Li?"
"Aunt Li has gone out."
"Donât you know how to make something by yourself?"
"Iâm busy."
He wasnât lying; he legitimately was busy.
If Aunt Li hadnât told him that Eleven would come to get her phone in the evening, he wouldnât have bothered to come back.
"..." Eleven was starting to get angry, "Then tell me where the phone is, Iâll go get it."
"Iâm so hungry that Iâm dizzy, have a headache, and canât remember."
He was doing it on purpose!
However, Eleven had no choice. She had to get her phone back.
"After youâre done eating, youâre not going to complain about backache, are you?"
"Weâll see after I eat."
"...."
Thump!
Thump thump thump!
Jin Xiangbei sat in the living room, listening to the chopping noise from the kitchen that sounded like someone was chopping meat, heavy and rhythmic.
Still, it made him grin.
He suddenly felt that he was being very childish to intentionally make things difficult for her.
But seeing her hold in her anger and not being able to vent it was just too funny, and it reminded him of the days when they were together. When she got angry, she liked to throw a little tantrum and vent her frustration indirectly, instead of yelling at him directly.
This was something endearing about her that other women could never imitate.