Ye Tiao's voice passed through the microphone, then emerged from speakers in all directions,
Tang Jingming's heart fluttered as he lowered his head to look at her.
It made me want to fall in love.
She probably didn't know that her words made him want to fall in love too.
Subconsciously, Tang Jingming hugged her, resting his arm on her shoulder and leaning against the railing in front of them.
Ye Tiao felt a weight on her shoulders and thought it was a bit strange.
She turned her head to look at Tang Jingming and met his gaze.
There seemed to be something inexplicable in the way he looked at her.
Ye Tiao found it even stranger, but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. She stared at Tang Jingming for a while, and Tang Jingming met her gaze. The longer they looked, the deeper his eyes became, and his cheeks gradually grew warmer.
Ye Tiao thought his gaze was getting weirder. Moving closer, she suddenly asked, "Why did you get pimples?"
Tang Jingming: "…"
Lately, insomnia!
