Until the next day, when Xia Bing saw a news report and her expression changed, Remote Jun understood something.
The webpage reported that Xia Hou Zun had abandoned his previously arranged fiancée and was getting close to the general manager of Su’s company, Susan. The two were very intimate in public.
Xia Bing smiled bitterly. She was probably just a plaything for Xia Hou Zun… Thinking about it, she had overestimated herself. Since she refused to kiss him last time, Xia Hou Zun had shown no interest. It was all her one-sided affection.
“Cheng Remote Jun, let’s fall in love.” Xia Bing looked at the man with a faint smile.
“With me? I’m quite the playboy…” She couldn’t have gone crazy. He had been desperately pursuing her before, but she hadn’t been interested. After seeing she liked someone else, he, not being petty, had stopped pursuing her, knowing he couldn’t give her what she wanted.
“I know. If you’re a playboy, we won’t be hurt when we break up… We’ll have a relationship without burden…” Xia Bing wondered why she made such an absurd request. Was she trying to show Xia Hou Zun that she could be fine without him, or not wanting to appear so pitiful and sad?
Who says playboys don’t get hurt? Hearing her words, Remote Jun smiled bitterly in his heart. “Are you sure you want to be with me?”
Xia Bing nodded, “You said my book lacks emotion. So I’ll thoroughly experience it…”
Aren’t you already experiencing emotions? If not, why do you look so haggard and miserable? Remote Jun didn’t voice these thoughts. “So you’re the author of Summer Insect. I thought it was an author you liked. Why name it Summer Insect? Are you calling yourself a summer bug?”
“Summer Insect Cannot Speak of Ice – I took it from there. My name is hidden in it,” she said.
Hearing the name, Remote Jun paused. “You’re so narcissistic. I bet everything you register uses ‘Summer Insect Cannot Speak of Ice’…”
Xia Bing rolled her eyes, “I only use it for my work QQ…”
Remote Jun insisted there was more, so Xia Bing let him check her computer… Seeing the familiar numbers, Remote Jun smiled slightly. So she was ‘Summer Insect Cannot Speak of Ice’…
Childhood Friends
