"No..."
"Don't refuse me. When I get back, I'll make your favorite dish, okay?" Gu Shili's voice was gentle yet assertive.
"Oh, alright, I'll send it to you later. I'm going to sleep now; the exams were exhausting, and I'm tired."
Qiao Qiqi didn't think much of it. Her voice was soft, like a doting kitten, making Gu Shili's heart melt.
"Get some rest early. Goodnight."
Before sleeping, Qiao Qiqi was thinking that Gu Shili's cooking was really delicious. Maybe her brother could learn some culinary skills from him, so she wouldn't have to bother him in the future.
...
The next day, Qiao Qiqi got up early. It was the weekend, and she planned to go out and earn some money.
Before she went downstairs, she heard her brother's dissatisfied voice. It was clear that he deliberately lowered his voice, probably to avoid disturbing something.
