The two of them stealthily engaged in some intimate little actions, quietly enjoying the playful nuances between lovers.
…
Watching the smile on Wen Ruan's slightly blushed face, Zheng Jinpeng pursed his lips and let go of the last vestige of his obsession.
The first love from his university days had finally found her own happiness.
In every aspect, Tang Song was an impeccable choice.
Much better than himself in many ways.
So, he wished her everlasting happiness and joy.
Zheng Jinpeng smiled, picked up the beer from the table, and proactively toasted Tang Song, tilting back his head and taking several gulps.
Li Qingqing observed his expression, then glanced at Tang Song, and silently bowed her head.
Even unwillingly, she had to admit that she was indeed very jealous of Wen Ruan.
Jealous of her past self in university, but even more envious of her present self.
She seemed to always be so dazzling and popular.
