One sunny, calm day, Su Qinghe stood in front of Ma Wencai, who was reading, and smiled with a worldly air. "Brother Wencai, what do you think of Miss Lan?"
Ma Wencai said nothing.
Su Qinghe continued, "Then, Brother Wencai, what do you think of Xiaohua from the laundry room?"
"Su Qinghe," Ma Wencai said coolly.
"Yes, Brother Wencai? I'm right here." Come on, tell me who you've got your eye on!
"You're blocking my light."
Su Qinghe wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and started chattering again. "How about Auntie Su from the kitchen, then?"
"Su Qinghe." Ma Wencai snapped his book shut.
Su Qinghe stared at him, waiting for him to continue, but he merely said in an indifferent voice, "Have you really become so desperate that you'll take anyone?"
Su Qinghe was embarrassed. She said sheepishly, "I'm trying to find you a suitable match. Besides, Auntie Su is still a woman..." Her voice grew quieter and quieter.
Ma Wencai looked at her with complete seriousness. "What makes you think I definitely like women?"
Hearing that, Su Qinghe couldn't help rolling her eyes. Come on, it wasn't just her who knew. The whole world knew, okay?
Wait, what did he mean by that?
"Brother Wencai, so you're into that?" She looked horrified.
Ma Wencai calmly reached out with his long fingers and gently pinched her chin. With a chuckle, he said, "Well? Will you become my lover?"
