One day after school, someone brought up the people they each couldn't stand.
Some hated teachers who kept them late, while others hated a certain relative.
When it was Yan Xu's turn, he answered without a second thought.
“Yeah. Chen Jiayi.”
That night, Chen Jiayi barged into his bedroom all by herself.
She sat in his gaming chair, munching on the marinated snacks he'd cut up and drinking the juice he'd squeezed, then demanded, “You ungrateful brat, you have no conscience! Haven't I been good to you?”
Fresh out of the shower, Yan Xu stood bare-chested, water still dripping from his hair. In front of her, he picked up a T-shirt from the bed and pulled it on without hurrying.
He thought to himself: You have.
But you're good to more than just me.
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