The fragments about her seem to have happened just yesterday.
After Shen Jingrou finished singing a song, she felt breathless, and it took her a while to calm down.
As the music slowly stopped, Lin Yue snapped back to reality from his daze.
He teased, "Your singing skills must be rusty, huh?" His words were full of disdain.
Despite his words, he still handed her a glass of water.
Shen Jingrou took a sip to soothe her dry throat.
"You were the one who wanted me to sing." In other words, even if she sang badly, he had to bear with it.
God knows, she hadn't sung properly for a long time.
Lin Yue made a fuss, as if to say, "You sing terribly."
Shen Jingrou put the glass on the coffee table and gave him an eye roll.
"Don't hold grudges, sis-in-law!"
"So, what kind of women do you like?" Shen Jingrou sat up straight and looked at him seriously.
"Older than you..." Lin Yue glanced at her and said slowly.
