There were sparse sounds coming from the balcony, and Su Ying couldn't hear anything clearly. The words "I don't want to" came clearly to her ears. She put down the magazine, walked over barefoot, leaned against the glass door curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wang Xi immediately hung up the phone, smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair, "Nothing."
"It's not that your voice sounds like killing a chicken." Su Ying said angrily.
What kind of metaphor is this? Wang Xi couldn't laugh or cry.
"I just have some disagreements with my friends."
"Then you have to say it nicely."
"I will."
Su Ying returned to the sofa and said out of the blue, "What if we quarrel and you get angry at me with this temper?"
"No." Wang Xi sat down and took an orange from the table.
She lay sideways on his shoulder, pretending to be pitiful and asked: "What if there is one?"
"Change it now."
"I don't mean to..." Before she could finish her words, Wang Xi stuffed the freshly peeled orange into her mouth and said, "No more words."