The Truth

"You don't have to explain. I don't care," Xiao Yuqian said coldly.

"Fine. Then let's talk about something else. Aren't you going to invite me in? I'm thirsty," Ma Haodong said innocently.

"… Wait here. I'm going to get you water," Xiao Yuqian said, still having a soft spot for Ma Haodong.

She could give him water, but she would never invite him into her house.

But she underestimated Ma Haodong. As Xiao Yuqian's attention shifted, Ma Haodong pushed the door open and went in.

Seeing that Ma Haodong had entered her house, she took a few steps back.

"Ma Haodong! You…"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything. I just needed something to drink, for real."

Xiao Yuqian stared at Ma Haodong for a few seconds before going into the kitchen to fill a glass of water.

She then put the glass on the table in the living room. Just as she turned to leave, Ma Haodong grabbed her wrist and pull her into his arms.