"Feishuang, I rarely come back. Can we not argue?" Lu Yuhao reached out to hug her, "Let's not let other people's matters ruin our relationship, okay?"
Miao Feishuang slapped his hand away, "First, Lu Lu is your sister, she's not someone else. Second, you still have Yi Beixi's perfume scent on you, don't come so close to me."
Lu Yuhao clenched his fist and then slowly released it, "Feishuang, honestly, aren't you overreacting? My sister is wrong, but she's still my sister. There's really nothing between me and Yi Beixi, do you have to say it like that?"
"That's why I've suddenly realized, I'm not right for you." Miao Feishuang gazed at him, "We have different values. Or maybe, I'm just too melodramatic."
Lu Yuhao looked at the time: "I have to go now, don't overthink, we'll talk when I come back."
He got up and walked a few steps, then stopped, "Come here, let me hug you."
"You stink, I don't want a hug!" Miao Feishuang snorted.
