At one o'clock in the morning, Qin Miaomiao wrapped herself in a bedsheet, decisively rolled off the bed, and declared righteously to Lu Qing:
"You're overindulgent! I'm running away from home!"
Lu Qing remained unruffled and said coolly, "The door is over there. Wrapped in a bedsheet, in the middle of the night, where are you planning to go?"
"Jiaojiao's place!"
"Hah, Jin Jing is at her place."
"What? Jin Jing moved in so fast? Doesn't Jiaojiao despise him to no end?"
"He pulled a stunt where he got kicked out of his own house, using it as an excuse to stay at hers. He's only trying to take advantage of the proximity—it's obvious."
Qin Miaomiao sneered, "Hmph, tactics. My Jiaojiao definitely won't fall for that kind of trick!"
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow, pulled the bedsheet from her with ease, and said coolly:
"Still planning to run away?"
