"Who's jealous? shouldn't I be clear about this?"
Tong Lu's tone was filled with resentment, grievance, and an irrepressible bitterness. She clearly said that she was not jealous, but even the air she breathed out was filled with jealousy. Even her tears were sour when she blinked.
Leng Yejin's gaze was deep. He stared at her for a while. He caressed the corners of her eyes with his fingers and brought them to his mouth with the tears that were streaming down her face. He said excitedly, " "It's so sour that I'm going to lose my teeth. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself."
He was in a good mood. After knowing her for so long, this was the first time he realized that she was a woman who could get jealous.