Lin Shuang recited while sneaking glances at Zhao Hongyan, who sat beside her with a blank expression, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.
Zhao Hongyan lowered his gaze slightly, and although he showed no sign of emotion on his face, in his heart, he was already cursing Han Ling, who wrote those sweet words, thoroughly.
What nonsense! Is it possible for my woman to appear in your dreams? Are you asking for trouble?
"...your rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, and those delicate hands..."
Bastard! How does he know Shuanger's hands are delicate?!
Zhao Hongyan, pretending to drink tea, finally couldn't keep up the act and slammed the tea cup onto the table.
With a bang, Lin Shuang's sweet voice was interrupted.
"The fish is almost caught. Since he wants to see you, let's meet him, and see what he's really up to."
The cold voice was even more piercing than the winter wind.
Anyway, isn't the little nerd's jealous look just adorable?
