Chu Zhiyi glanced at the ink traces on his face that hadn't been completely washed off and snorted, "Who says I didn't rest well? You come to me with trouble just because something's on your face. How do you know it was me who drew on you? Maybe someone who dislikes you snuck in and doodled on your face on purpose."
Her words were clearly nonsensical. Yan Jingting figured it was because he had bullied her too harshly yesterday, and now she was still angry.
"If an enemy could get this far to seek revenge, they should have taken you with them," Yan Jingting said, intending to pinch her face, but Chu Zhiyi turned her head and dodged.
He wasn't angry, though. He just chuckled softly, his hand landing on her neck, sliding over her collarbone, and pinching the necklace.
"Do you like it?"
Chu Zhiyi caught a glimpse of the necklace held between his slender fingers from the corner of her eye and deceitfully said, "I don't like it."