Unable to control her emotions, tears rolled down her face.
Leng Yejin touched the corner of her eyes gently with his fingers. He lowered his head and gazed at her. "Why does it seem like I'm getting better and better at making you cry?"
She lowered her head and did not say a word. She hugged his shoulders tightly and rubbed her tear-filled face against his expensive and clean shirt with a touch of coquettishness.
Leng Yejin smiled and teased her. you've dirtied my shirt. What do you think I should do? " It's a very expensive high-end shirt."
"If it's dirty, I'll buy it for you! It's not like I don't have money! I can even afford high-end ones!"
The financially independent woman's words were particularly tough. Her voice was choked with tears, and she rubbed her face against his chest again. She was completely in his arms, listening to the music and dancing with it. She looked up at the night sky.