“Well…” When mentioning Yan Xin, Yan Qing’s eyes softened, “By the way, An Xi, why did you come today?”
“Ah?” Completely unexpected, An Xi was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed it off, “Just… passing by, taking a walk, hehe…”
“Is that so?” Yan Qing finished the milk in his hand, “So… how did you know where I live?”
“Uh…”
An Xi looked down at her toes, lowering her head to drink milk…
This question was even more tricky than the previous one…
Yan Qing patiently watched her, waiting for her to respond, but An Xi couldn’t think of a scientific, reasonable explanation… She was drinking this half cup of milk extremely slowly, hoping if possible that the milk would last until Sister Yan Xin called them to eat…
What should she do… Should she tell Yan Qing about being reborn?
When An Xi had struggled for a long time and finally mustered the courage to tell Yan Qing, she looked up to find that Yan Qing had already returned to facing the computer, staring at the screen full of code in deep thought.
“I… I’ll wash the cup!”
An Xi quickly stood up, picked up the empty cup from Yan Qing’s desk, and hurried out.
“Xiao Xi… just leave the cup on the table.”
Seeing her walk so quickly, as if something was chasing her, Yan Xin entered the kitchen and turned on the faucet to wash dishes.
“It’s okay, Sister Yan Xin.”
An Xi adjusted her mood, trying to appear calm while washing the cup.
“By the way, sister wants to tell you something,” Yan Xin said while stirring the pot, “Jing is coming back later… oh, Qing Qing’s second brother! If he says or does anything silly, don’t take it to heart.”
“I won’t…”
An Xi responded, but felt uneasy inside.
Silly talk? Silly actions? She was afraid Senior Yan Qing’s second brother probably didn’t like any girl following his precious brother…
“Ding dong—”
Speak of the devil, it must be Yan Qing’s second brother, Yan Jing!
“Jing, you’re back! Dinner’s ready… Oh, this is Qing Qing’s classmate An Xi,” Yan Xin opened the door, speaking while returning to the kitchen, just seeing An Xi take over her spatula to finish the dish.
“Hello, Brother Yan Jing.”
