He walked to the window and gazed out at the sunlit Lapland night, Zimo spoke again.
"Kind, brave, sensible, persistent... sometimes a bit silly and dull, preferring to suffer injustice herself rather than trouble others..."
In the beginning, Luo Xiaoqian was somewhat confused, but then she caught on.
"Are you talking about me?"
"Idiot!" Zimo grunted, "Didn’t you ask what I liked about you?"
That day when he said "I like everything about you," she didn’t believe him, so he had no choice but to list them one by one.
There it was again—did this man feel uncomfortable if he didn’t call her an idiot?
"I’m not stupid!" Luo Xiaoqian retorted softly on the other end of the phone.
"Stupid!"
"Not stupid!"
"Stupid!"
Luo Xiaoqian couldn’t hold it in anymore, "Not stupid, not stupid, definitely not stupid!"
Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone starting to explode, Zimo smiled with satisfaction, "I like you like this, don’t always cry."
On this end of the phone, Luo Xiaoqian went silent.
Turns out, he was deliberately teasing her.
"Alright, it’s getting late. You have work tomorrow, right? Go wash your face now, and then get a good night’s sleep."
"Should I hang up first?"
"Okay!"
Luo Xiaoqian carefully hung up the receiver with both hands.
She walked into the bathroom, washed her face with warm water, and then returned to her room.
Her face was full of smiles.
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