“Of course it makes sense, qin ai de,” Cyrus says, craning his neck to inspect the dangling pots.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What did you call me just now?”
“Hm?”
“Qin ai de, or whatever that was,” I say. “It sounded like an insult.”
“It means my worst enemy,” he says casually without even turning around,”
cyrus darling i am a native chinese speaker i know what you said 👀
— Jun 09, 2025 10:10AM
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