[Sharp-tongued "Female Rascal" X Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside "Wimp"]
Zhu Ti has someone she can't bring herself to talk about, and Gu Yi has something he can't bring himself to talk about.
The two of them keep hitting each other's sore spots.
Excerpt 1
Holding an oversized tub of ice cream, Zhu Ti complained to Zhou Xixu over speakerphone: "How come every other male lead can go eight hundred rounds and still have energy to spare, but my guy turns out to be a wimp?"
The voice on the other end was casual. "You said it yourself, that's other people's men. Can't be helped. You're the one stuck with him."
A chill suddenly ran down Zhu Ti's back. She couldn't even spare a thought for the ice cream in her hand. "I gotta go. I think I left the window open. Bye."
She turned around.
Gu Yi stood behind her, his face dark and the air around him cold enough to freeze.
"Who are you calling a wimp?"
One night, after drinking too much, they lost control and crossed the line.
Gu Yi fumbled around for ages, sweating profusely in his panic.
Zhu Ti lay there, the corner of her mouth slowly curling into a mocking smile. "Didn't you say you'd slept with countless women? Was that all talk?"
A vein jumped at Gu Yi's temple, and fire lit in his eyes. "Just wait. I'll make you take back those words."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he froze.
The unmistakable barrier doused him like a bucket of cold water. He jerked his head up and stared down at her in disbelief.
Zhu Ti's brows were knitted together, the corners of her eyes red. She swallowed her cry of pain and bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.
Gu Yi stared for two seconds, then suddenly smiled. Without thinking, he slowed his movements, and his voice softened for once. "Didn't you say you'd been with a whole company of men? Was that all talk, too?"
Zhu Ti's face flushed bright red. She turned away, refusing to look at him, her voice hoarse and fierce. "Less talking. Get on with it."
Outside the window, rain pattered steadily all night.
Inside,
his voice was hoarse. "Still going to say there's something wrong with me?"
She slapped his shoulder. "Still going to bring up Zhou Xicheng?"
Theme: Making peace with myself.
