Ding Jihan steadied the ladder while looking up at Su Qiao, who was changing the lightbulb. "Qiaoqiao, there are three rooms here, and I only occupy one. Why don't you just move in?"
"Look at you. Wouldn't renting another courtyard mean paying another rent? Isn't that a waste?"
Su Qiao screwed in the lightbulb, then turned and glared fiercely at him. "I'm willing to waste it. What does that have to do with you?"
They weren't even living together, and he had already caused so much trouble. If they lived under the same roof, she probably wouldn't get a peaceful night's sleep.
"And your water pipes, faucets, and lightbulbs—how many times have they broken this month? Are you testing my limits?"
Su Qiao was so furious that she wanted to slam the broken lightbulb straight onto his head.
"Don't get worked up, don't get worked up. If you want to hit me, wait until you come down first. Be careful not to fall."
Su Qiao was probably too angry. The ladder began to wobble, and Ding Jihan hurriedly steadied it, stretching out one hand in preparation to catch her at any moment if she fell.
Su Qiao pushed his hand away with a cold snort and quickly climbed down the ladder in a few steps.
Ding Jihan let out a sigh of relief.
He hurried to pour himself a glass of cold water to calm his nerves.
He had said he would change the lightbulb, but she had refused. In the end, wasn't he the one who got scared?
After setting down the glass, he quickly went to make Su Qiao a cup of warm honey water and handed it to her, saying somewhat aggrievedly, "They just keep breaking. What can I do?"
Anyway, if you wouldn't move in or