Su Qiao pulled his hand down and said frankly, "That was just a coincidence."
"I happened to be going out to take it to an exhibition, and I didn't have any connections. His painting happened to be going to the exhibition center, so I went along with it."
"What, you're going to get angry over even that?"
Su Qiao found the point this man was hung up on utterly exasperating.
She reached out and jabbed him fiercely in the chest, turning the tables so that he retreated while she advanced:
"You go out and meet so many people every day, both men and women, laughing and chatting with them. Should I get angry too?"
"And all those women in your dance halls dress so revealingly and look like enchantresses. Should I get angry about them too?"
He retreated to the door and leaned against it. Du Jingzhou helplessly caught her fingers. "When have you ever seen me laugh with them?"
"And those women—I've never even looked at them properly."
Su Qiao snorted. "Hmph. Fine, you didn't laugh with them, but you've talked to women, haven't you?"
"If you can talk to women, why can't I say a few words to men?"
"You've never looked at them properly? Then you must have seen them out of the corner of your eye, right?"
Pointing at his eyes, Su Qiao spoke aggressively. "Don't tell me those eyes of yours are just for decoration."
The anger clogging Du Jingzhou's chest vanished in an instant. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her slender waist. "You care this much?"
"You even care about men?"
Su Qiao sneered. "What's wrong with men? In this day and age, it's not as if there aren't men fooling around with other men."
Wasn't he fond of meddling?
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