"Is your idol only worth two extra sprays of perfume?" Li Qianqian asked, half-amused and half-helpless.
"Hehe, of course he’s worth more than that. But he might not even spare me a second glance, and high-end perfume is expensive, so it’s better to use it sparingly." Xi Jiayi let out a dry laugh, clasping her hands beneath her chin. She tilted her head, swaying her upper body from side to side. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she perked up, staring at them. "Do you think it's possible that one day, Qi Zechuan will see me giggling like an idiot, fall in love with me instantly, and walk toward me with that arrogant, swaggering stride to tell me that I’m the only woman he’ll ever marry?"
Gu Shinian glanced at her sideways. "Are those the delusions you get before getting food poisoning from takeout?"
Chapter 21