Feng Qing was also amused by Qiu Yuxi, gently poking Yuxi's cheek, and chuckled with envy, saying: "Actually, being able to love someone like this is a kind of happiness too! Maybe others think it's a loss, but in reality, loving someone so much, seeing them, thinking about them—it makes you feel happy, feel joyful. How can that be a loss? It's the luckiest thing in the world!"
Ye Qingci pondered and nodded, "Hmm, it does seem to make sense. What about you?"
Ye Qingci tilted her head to look at her. "Did you just run into Xie Weichen?"
"Yes," Feng Qing took the towel from Ye Qingci's hand, rinsed it in clean, hot water again, and gently applied it to Qiu Yuxi's tear-soaked, reddened eyes. She lowered her head and said, "It probably wasn't a coincidence. It seems he came looking for me on purpose. He wants me to be his mistress."
"What?" Ye Qingci's eyes widened, instantly livid. "Does he have shit for brains? Why didn't I realize before that he's such a scumbag?"
