Never Had a First Love

Wang Qi pushed Mao Zimiao away and found that the girl before him was blushing, so delighted she was almost about to cry.

Wang Qi scratched his head. At a time like this, he did not know what he ought to say, so he could only ask, "Uh, A Zi Miao, why did you come over?"

"I... I... I heard Sister Ai say... meow." Mao Zimiao's nose twitched slightly, and she seemed tremendously excited. "You finally... you finally came back, meow."

Wang Qi scratched his head, then sighed softly. "I really did think of going over to say hello after I got back, but then I felt it was too late, so I decided to go tomorrow morning instead... Forget it, want to come in and sit for a while?"

That was indeed the truth. It had already been dusk when Wang Qi returned. By the time he had found the warehouse and dealt with everything, the sun had nearly set. On top of that, he had wanted to come back and rest first, so he had not told Mao Zimiao immediately.

But now that I think about it, the way I handle things is still... not enough.

Mao Zimiao nodded. "I know... Little Qi has always been like this. But knowing you came back safely makes me very happy, meow."

Wang Qi took a step back. "Coming in?"

Mao Zimiao seemed somewhat tempted, but quickly shook her head. "It wouldn't look proper if I went into your home now."

Wang Qi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. For some reason, his expression was a little unnatural. "I-is that so..."

Mao Zimiao blushed and quietly cursed in her heart, You idiot, meow!

—Actually, if you meant it... if you just asked a few more times... I... I could agree...