Women should be kinder to themselves, men should be tougher on themselves. Same species, yet such a big gap.
"Humph, life is like a play, maybe, everyone is performing." Song Qingyu let out a strange laugh and shook her head.
Tangyu looked at Song Qingyu and subtly felt that Song Qingyu's mood was a bit off.
"Alright, I'll take you home now, otherwise your girlfriends might start worrying and ask me to bring you back." Song Qingyu said.
Tangyu said, "Don't rush, it's still early. Song Qingyu, it's been a long time since we spent time alone together. It's late now and you haven't got anything else going on, how about I treat you to a few drinks? Have some supper? I suddenly feel like talking about life, discussing the arts, how about it?"
Song Qingyu was startled, looked at Tangyu, and silently sighed, "Aren't you afraid your girlfriends will be jealous?"
"My house isn't a vinegar shop, where would all that jealousy come from?" Tangyu replied.
