"Your relationship is very good?" Mark Reed asked sourly.
"Yeah."
Valentine Teller pursed her lips, already smelling the sourness in the air.
Suddenly, the two were lost for words. You look at me, I look at you, and no one said anything.
The atmosphere became awkward, Valentine Teller waved her hand, "Don't worry, I won't call you anymore. Today, my brain was filled with water, don't mind it."
Hearing this, Mark Reed nodded in agreement, "Your brain really was filled with water."
"You..." Valentine Teller felt choked by his words, her chest stifled.
She patted her chest, telling herself inwardly not to be angry, not to be angry, it was his brain that was filled with water.
Valentine Teller tried to maintain a sweet smile, not stooping to his level, "I have an exam tomorrow and still need to study, goodbye."
