Turning the Tables

Hearing someone mention his age, Lu Si's face became even more unsightly.

Mei Shu looked at the almost smoke-emitting back of someone, barely holding back a smile. "He has helped me many times."

"We also know many secrets about each other." Lu Si deliberately added with a vague tone.

Mei Shu's face blushed slightly, hastily correcting, "It's me who knows about his secrets."

Watching the sweet interaction between the two, Chu Rui's gaze dimmed for a moment, but he quickly regained his lively demeanor. "So that's it! I remember back when we went to school together, we shared a lot of little secrets! Shu'er, do you remember? That time you said you were hungry, I bought you some delicious food. On the way, you got dizzy from hunger, so I carried you on my back. But you fell asleep on my back, and your drool even dripped onto my shoulder."

"Why do you still remember that?" Mei Shu glared at him playfully.