Qin Yuhuan was the one who least wanted Ziyi to become sensible. She liked Ziyi's freedom and unruliness, and also liked her naivety and innocence. People always have to suffer in the process of becoming sensible.
If there are two people, it is enough for one of them to suffer.
"I am jealous. I'm jealous that you poured a drink for Jiang Cangli, and I'm also jealous that you blocked the drink for her. And that brat even sat next to you." Ziyi pouted, her eyes flickering with an endless tone of grievance. "If only I had the ability to clone myself, I could take the seats on both sides of you."
Ziyi felt wronged, but Qin Yuhuan was extremely satisfied. She apologized politely, "Xiaozi, I was wrong, but I'm not sure if there will be a next time."
Ziyi: ...
"Ah... why are you so mean..."
"Well, is this bad?"
Qin Yuhuan slowly moved into the kitchen, took some fruit and started to make fruit tea. He followed behind people like a little tail.
"Qin Yuhuan, I don't know why," she sat at the dining table, holding her chin and looking at Qin Yuhuan's back, "I suddenly want to lock you up at home. I'll stay home too, not go anywhere, just wait to grow old at home."
Even if it was just his back, as long as she was next to Qin Yuhuan, she would be extremely satisfied.
Ziyi was expressing her emotions. Qin Yuhuan turned around and saw the various glass cups that Ziyi had arranged in disorder. Her forehead suddenly jumped. Her obsessive-compulsive disorder made her feel itchy all over, and she urgently wanted to enter the crazy housework mode.
She said, "It's not impossible, but I might beat you three times a day. I suggest you be mentally prepared."
Ziyi: Eh???
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