Xiyan's small head was full of question marks, "What did you just say?"
"Idiot, I'm about to arrive outside your house." Ou Jue was driving, making a cool turn at the wheel.
Just two more intersections to go.
"!!" Xiyan's eyes widened.
Excuse me, could she pretend she heard nothing and hang up the phone?
Xiyan glanced at Mu Zeyu, who was still sitting beside her, nervously clutching her phone, "Why are you coming to my house?"
"No reason." He came whenever he wanted to, no need for a reason.
Her heartbeat sped up fiercely. Xiyan jumped up and raised her voice, "No, you can't come!"
Ou Jue's stunningly handsome face remained expressionless. "Reason."
"R-reason is... today, I... I didn't wash my hair!"
As soon as Xiyan finished, she wanted to bite off her own tongue.
What kind of ridiculous reason was that... Ou Jue would definitely mock her with his sharp tongue again.
But unexpectedly, Ou Jue chuckled softly. His subdued laughter carried a trace of inexplicable allure.
