Don't let her quiet, demure appearance fool you; when she starts arguing, she doesn't lose any momentum.
The sentence just now really hit a sore spot for someone.
Pei Yan resignedly nodded his head, "You're right, you're the boss."
"I'm not the boss."
"Then what do you want to be?"
Jiang Shuyao, biting into her plump bun, said unclearly, "I'm a beautiful girl."
Hmm.
Indeed, she was beautiful.
Pei Yan watched her silly appearance and couldn't help but free up a hand to gently stroke her cheek with his fingertips.
His Yaoyao would only say these things in front of him.
This was an exclusive treatment reserved for her future boyfriend, not available to anyone else, no matter how much they wanted it.
Mid-July had passed, and the weather gradually became hot and dry. In such a season, wearing a mask every day when going out was stiflingly uncomfortable.
