Jiang Li returned from the racetrack that evening, just as Liang Zhouyue had finished making dinner.
When he walked in, she hurriedly urged him, "You're just in time, go wash your hands and come eat."
Jiang Li was a bit tired that day and didn't have his usual slick tongue, but simply nodded and walked into the restroom.
Five minutes later, the two sat opposite each other at the dining table.
"Min Xiang came to see me today."
Jiang Li's honest confession dropped the dinner atmosphere to freezing, as it was blatantly apparent from Liang Zhouyue's face that her mood had soured.
She looked up, her eyes appraising, "And then? Have you fallen for her?"
"..."
Though already very tired, Jiang Li was still provoked by her teasing, a look of helpless indulgence crossing his face.
He lazily met her gaze, his tone nonchalant, "Were would I have the energy to fall for someone else, huh?"
Liang Zhouyue snorted softly and turned her head slightly away.