Qingran smirked, pausing at the doorway just to enjoy Haoyu's flustered expression a little longer. "Not yet, huh?"
Meng Nian,remained composed, though Qingran could see the slight twitch at the corner of his lips. Unlike Haoyu, who was still buried under the hospital blanket, Meng Nian met her gaze calmly.
"If you'd like, I can send you updates about his recovery," he offered, tone polite.
Qingran raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So responsible. Are you sure you're not already his boyfriend?"
Haoyu made another strangled noise, his entire face burning. "Sister Qingran! I beg you please just kill me"
Qingran laughed, waving a dismissive hand. "Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you—" She paused, then added, "—for now."
She turned to Meng Nian, giving him a once-over. Now that she was really looking at him, she had to admit Haoyu had good taste. Meng Nian was tall, good-looking, and seemed capable enough. More importantly, he hadn't run away the moment things got chaotic.
