Who Taught You to Say Such Romantic Things?
Wang Yue thought he'd said something incredibly smooth, but it had only succeeded in making Qiao Yingzi stop replying. He waited a while, but no message came, and he realized he'd accidentally gone too far. With a helpless sigh, he put down his phone and went to sleep.
The things he'd ordered would be ready soon. Wang Yue figured he ought to become part of Yingzi's life as soon as possible. Otherwise, when he gave her the gifts, she might refuse them because they weren't close enough, and that would be awkward.
So first thing the next morning, he went out for a run. He jogged around the apartment complex until Qiao Yingzi came downstairs, then ran with her.
Qiao Yingzi glanced at Wang Yue and noticed he wasn't wearing headphones. "Why don't you practice your listening while you run?" she asked curiously. "Are you really just running?"
Wang Yue glanced at the earbuds she was wearing and said, pretending not to care, "Running is for running. It's time to build your stamina. Why get distracted? By the way, do you always practice listening when you run?"
Qiao Yingzi didn't realize there was a deeper meaning to his question. She ran along and answered earnestly, "Yeah. My mom says practicing listening while you run makes the running feel less tiring, and you get to practice listening too. It kills two birds with one stone."
Wang Yue's mouth twitched. So one of the two hours Yingzi thought she had to herself was still under Song Qian's control. All she had left was a walk around the complex before bed.
Afraid the topic might upset Yingzi if it continued, he smiled and said, "All right. I was planning to tell you a story, so