Bi Xia didn't expect that her mom would actually look around the corner of the wall, and openly at that. Even after she returned, her mom kept throwing ambiguous glances at her, like she wanted to say something...
"Xiaxia, how far have you and A Zhan gone?"
"...You're thinking too much."
"Xiaxia, is A Zhan very proactive in kissing you?"
"...Don't gossip..."
"Oh, let me tell you, Xiaxia, you should be a bit more proactive occasionally. Just like earlier, that was great!"
"...You misunderstood..."
"I'm saying, Xiaxia..."
"Mom," Bi Xia interrupted Xia Shi's words, turning to look at Xia Shi following closely behind her, rubbing her temples helplessly, "If you're like this, how am I supposed to bring Qin Zhan home for dinner in the future..."
"Ah?!" Xia Shi's eyes widened, "Coming for dinner? What are we eating? I'll prepare it right away!"
Bi Xia: "...You heard wrong."
