Ling Sheng smiled, her eyes crinkling. Her voice was sweet and soft, and her eyes, which had narrowed into crescents, were full of light. "Third Master is very nice!"
Chen Mo pointed at the man and let out a snort, his heart aching inexplicably. "How is he nice? Tell me, what's nice about him?"
Ling Sheng's eyes were warm as she said in a soft voice, "Everything about him is nice!"
Chen Mo did not know why he felt especially uncomfortable. Ah Yan had obviously found someone he liked, so he should be happy. Besides, before he had known that his girlfriend was a young girl, he had indeed been quite happy for him.
Jun Shiyan took a bottle of her favorite lactose-flavored beverage, inserted a straw, and passed it to her. He smiled lovingly and arrogantly as he patted her soft head. Well done, well said.
"Where's mine?" Chen Mo wanted to argue with him.
Jun Shiyan said, "It's in the fridge. If you want to drink some, go get it yourself."