One day, the sun was shining brightly and the wind was gentle.
Su Qinghe stood in front of Ma Wencai who was reading a book, and said with a philistine smile: "Brother Wencai, what do you think of Miss Lan?"
Marvin was speechless.
Su Qinghe said again: "Brother Wencai, what do you think of the little flowers in the laundry room?"
"Su Qinghe." Ma Wencai said calmly.
"Well, Brother Wencai, I'm here, I'm here." Come on, tell me, which one do you like?
"You're blocking my light."
Su Qinghe raised his hand to wipe a drop of sweat from his forehead and started to chatter again: "What about Aunt Su in the kitchen?"
"Su Qinghe." Ma Wencai closed the book with a snap.
Su Qinghe was so focused on him that she seemed to be waiting for his next words, but she only heard him speak in a nonchalant manner: "Are you so hungry that you can't choose what to eat?"
Su Qinghe was embarrassed and said: "I am choosing a lover for you, but Aunt Su is also a woman..." Her voice became smaller and smaller.
Ma Wencai looked at her seriously: "How do you know I must like women?"
Hearing this, Su Qinghe couldn't help rolling his eyes. Please, not only she knows, but everyone on earth knows, okay?
Wait, what did he mean when he said this?
"Brother Wencai, you are so good at this?" He looked horrified.
Ma Wencai methodically stretched out his slender fingers and gently pinched her chin. He chuckled and said, "What, you want to cut off your sleeves with me?"