Within less than half an hour, Miao Qingqing arrived.
She wore a white blouse, a pair of black OL trousers, and black high heels. Her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she had a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, giving her an overall high-end and sophisticated air.
Most notably, today Miao Qingqing wasn't wearing a stern expression, which made Song Xiaodong feel much more comfortable. He smiled and welcomed her in, saying, "You really are brave, knowing that I'm home alone, you still dare to come. Aren't you afraid that I, this shameless guy, might just gobble you up?"
After slipping into house slippers, Miao Qingqing cocked her chin defiantly and said, "Hmph, as if you haven't eaten before."
Song Xiaodong was taken aback, immediately grasping Miao Qingqing's shoulders, and said, "Are you admitting that you were the one two years ago?"
"Ah ha... I never said that," Miao Qingqing turned her head away, her eyes slightly evasive.