Chapter 195

"She'll be buried soon." "Hey!!!" The girl answered Xia Yan's call angrily. However, this time it was different from before; last time Xia Yan called "Hua Xin," but this time it was Lao Shui calling "Gu Xin Hua." Although it was the same person, their identities were very different. "Wife, why didn't you accept our betrothal money? Don't worry, it's too little. If it's really too much, I'll give you my bank card..." "Xia Yan." The girl simply called his name, opened her mouth to continue speaking, but suddenly saw Chun Qiu, who had woken up in the room, about to step onto the black stockings she had placed on the bed. If it were just a paw pad, that would be fine, but if it happened to be about to extend its claws to rub against her... Hua Xin's pupils shrank instantly. She tapped the speaker icon on her phone screen and immediately rushed into the room. "Ahhhhhhh?..." ———————————————— "I'm here." Sensing something was wrong, Xia Yan stopped his playful antics and quickly sat up straight on the sofa, looking nervously at the girl's WeChat profile picture on his phone. "Gulp." After a long silence, Xia Yan swallowed nervously. What's going on... what happened... could it be that his plan to transfer money based on Lao Hua's advice failed? Or did the girl notice that he was 24 seconds late when he sent her a goodnight message yesterday? It couldn't be that he didn't take her home yesterday, and she remembered it? But she told him not to take her home!... He really had to stick to his plan! If a girl says no, she means yes. How could he forget something so important? Time passed slowly, but there was still no response from the other end. "Anyway, I apologize first... Honey, please don't stay silent, okay..." "If there's anything I did wrong, just point it out. We don't need to be like this..." "I'm going to cry." "I'll never laugh again?"... Still no response. After resolving the crisis of Chun Qiu seemingly trying to ruin the black stockings, Hua Xin only needed a spoonful of cat food to distract Chun Qiu completely. A rustling sound rang out, a sound no house cat could resist. Okay, only a third of the cat food is left. I'll have to get two more bags of leftovers from the cat cafe another day. Uh, I mean the leftovers from other cats. Hua Xin put the unwashed, unwashed original black stockings in the closet and breathed a brief sigh of relief. Although she had worn them many times, they weren't worn out yet. As long as they weren't worn out, she could wear them forever!! The thrifty girl darted back to the living room in a Flying Thunder God, just in time to hear Xia Yan's feigned sobbing voice. But if she hadn't heard it, it would have been fine. Hearing Xia Yan's explanation made Hua Xin quite angry. "?" "You're not laughing now?" "You're crying now???" "It's not like last night when you secretly held my hand and then took advantage of me like a sickle touching leeks, right?" "You said you'd hold my hand, so you did, but could you not draw circles on my palm? I know you're a virgin and can't control yourself, but can you at least be mindful of the occasion?" "And last time we were shopping, I'm not saying anything... that look in your eyes even a shrimp-headed guy would call you a shrimp-headed..." "I only haven't called you out on you recently because you helped me with slicing and editing videos, and now you're playing the victim. I'm punishing you by making you play Super Smash Bros. without dice!" As long as they haven't met and returned to reality, Hua Xin is clearly this kind of person with a verbally aggressive and demon girl personality. Her banter with Xia Yan is nothing new. As if realizing she'd gone a bit too far, the girl cleared her throat and softened her tone slightly. "So what did you want to do on the phone this time?"... Xia Yan didn't reply, only making occasional faint rustling sounds. "?" Wait, was he giving her the silent treatment? Hua Xin stared blankly at Xia Yan's WeChat profile picture, a wave of desolation washing over her. Could it be... that she'd gone too far and insulted Xia Yan's pride? After all, he was so strong-willed; it seemed she had indeed been a bit too harsh... The girl recalled how Xia Yan had recently helped her edit videos, and last night he'd picked her up from work... That meticulous care and devoted effort hadn't been appreciated, nor had it moved him to the point where he felt she was some kind of clown-like sycophant. It was just like how she was treating Xia Yan now. Without even asking what happened, he just started hurling insults at her... A hint of guilt flashed in Hua Xin's eyes, then her tone softened immediately, and she murmured softly and cautiously, "Uh, don't take it too seriously..." "Well, actually, it's not a big deal that you touched my hand..." "I was just saying it casually, after all... after all..." The girl's face was a little red, and it took her a long time to barely let those two words pass through the language barrier in her mind. "After all, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now... I have no objection." 'I want to die. Hua Xin gripped the soft sofa tightly, with the same strength she had when she hugged Tank and the others at the cat cafe. The tacit consensus and the feeling of admitting it herself are naturally different. Girlfriend... Ahhhhhh, so embarrassing ahhhhh, I want to dig this earth through with my toes. "..." [What distance, you don't care, mutual suspicion, and secrets, waiting for your response is always unrequited, what a pity...] Instead of Xia Yan's words, a faint intro to a song came through the phone. "?" This was the umpteenth time a huge question mark had popped into Hua Xin's head today. Hua Xin stared blankly at her phone, completely forgetting her earlier, embarrassing admission of their relationship. [What's the purpose? You don't care. Hysteria? Better to give up. Disappointment is slowly making me sober. Hmm, what a nice way to talk about winning and losing, fairness...] This time, it wasn't the original intro of the song, but Xia Yan's own soft voice. Without a sound card, even though it was just the phone's built-in speaker recording the accompaniment from the computer, Xia Yan's singing skills were enough to beat many vocational school rappers. But compared to the pure voice from Litang, it might still be slightly inferior. After all, his educational background was far behind. A faint sadness could be heard in Xia Yan's voice, but the girl sensed more of a grievance... Wait... At this moment, Hua Xin seemed to finally notice something was wrong. On the WeChat call screen, why was the microphone icon crossed out with a horizontal line? What did that mean? It seemed she had pressed the mute button because she was afraid Xia Yan would hear some strange noises. She twitched her lips, then, with a dark expression, she unmuted herself. Wait, so she hadn't turned on her mic after all that, right? The girl interrupted Xia Yan, who was lost in his melancholy. "Stop singing..." "! Honey, you finally replied!?" "Silly treatment isn't fun, let's..."