"Why does this room have such a sour smell?"
Chen Mo ignored Xia Zhining's words and closed the door.
At first, Xia Zhiqing didn't catch the meaning behind Chen Mo's words and seriously sniffed the air, puzzled, "No, there isn't."
"How could there not be? Such a strong sour smell, it's like someone spilled vinegar." His gaze swept around the room and then lingered on Xia Zhining.
At this, Xia Zhiqing understood and covered her mouth, laughing softly.
This annoyed Xia Zhining; she didn't know if it was the embarrassment of having her feelings understood or if she was angry, but her face flushed red as she said, "Who's jealous of you? It's so late, what are you doing here? My sister and I are going to sleep, we don't have time to entertain you."
