Gao Jingyu looked aggrieved, clutching his chest, while Su Qiao pushed him away in disgust. "Don't make such a gross gesture."
"What's your name?"
As Su Qiao put the daily necessities and food she had brought back into the cabinet in the corner, she asked.
Behind her, Gao Jingyu's expression changed slightly. "You... really don't remember me?"
Su Qiao turned and glanced at him, her gaze frank. "Should I know you?"
Earlier, she hadn't asked Xiao Si about their past relationship. She had simply felt that it was a matter between him and the original body's owner.
And now that he was by her side, she subconsciously believed he wouldn't hurt her.
But now, she wasn't so sure this guy was genuinely friendly toward her.
Seeing him stare at her blankly, Su Qiao raised an eyebrow. "Were we classmates? Or were we boyfriend and girlfriend?"
The usual faint smile had vanished from Gao Jingyu's handsome face, leaving him looking somewhat cold and sinister.
"Since you don't know me, why did you help me yesterday? Why did you bring me back with you?"
Could she really be this kind to a stranger?
He didn't believe it.
"I helped because I wanted to."
Su Qiao casually tossed him a pack of ham sausages and a bottle of water, took another pack for herself, and sat cross-legged on the sofa.
Gao Jingyu looked at her coldly. "You helped because you wanted to?"
She could treat a stranger this well, yet she had been so heartless toward him, the friend who had always accompanied her.
She had even left alone while he was unconscious, without caring in the slightest whether he lived or died.
And now she was telling him that she had helped because she wanted to?
How ironic!
He truly suspected that