He Jiayu pondered for a few seconds. Before he could give an answer, Su Xiaomo glared at him. "The first to speak is an imbecile! Don't talk to me!"
"…" He Jiayu wanted to say something but couldn't, which made his fair cheeks turn pink.
"Silence! One word and I'll beat you to a pulp!" Su Xiaomo raised her fist.
That only made He Jiayu's need to speak more pressing.
Su Xiaomo snorted. "In a word, we're not on speaking terms!"
Blue veins popped on He Jiayu's forehead. "But… but you're already talking to me."
Su Xiaomo: … Shit! Am I going to admit that I'm an imbecile?
"I can speak! You can't!" Su Xiaomo looked like a fierce little animal. He Jiayu sighed the way a bullied wife would. "Sure. Whatever you say."
His gentle voice lingered in the air and Su Xiaomo thought her bones were going to melt.