Qi Taiguo was spinning one of Cheng Su's eyebrow pencils in his hand. Hearing what she said and noticing her half-smiling expression, he couldn't help but cough.
"I've been engaged to you long ago, what do those social gatherings have to do with me?" he said.
Cheng Su raised her eyebrow: "Why does it sound like someone's a bit sour?"
Qi Taiguo chuckled.
"Be honest, did you fancy anyone back during those gatherings?" Cheng Su pressed.
"No, I'm an engaged man."
"Really, I don't believe it!" Cheng Su declared. "Even if you're engaged, you weren't willing at heart. You must have liked someone, spill it. I promise I won't get mad." At most, a little jealous.
Qi Taiguo squinted at her: "Really won't get mad?"
Cheng Su nodded, but felt a pang of jealousy inside, so there really was someone.
