"You're so cold. Are you playing hard to get?"
"I know you don't have a girlfriend."
Gag!
Jiang Yao's blood pressure shot up. She clutched her stomach, pretending to retch.
'What a delusional, conceited girl. He already said he was off to comfort his girlfriend, so what are you fantasizing about?'
'You think my young master is a top-laner or something? That he needs to play games and string you along?'
Jiang Yao cursed inwardly. 'Looks like I need to turn up the heat! Time to show you what a real duel looks like!'
She furiously typed out three words:
"You're overthinking it."
...
Lanjing, in a women's dorm.
Liu Tingyue was lying on her stomach on her dorm bed, her legs crossed and swinging back and forth.
When she saw Chen Yuan's reply, she wasn't angry. Instead, a smile graced the corners of her lips.
"What are you doing? Come down and play mahjong, Yueyue," called a few girls huddled together below her bunk.
