"Does it look good?" Liu Qingning clasped her hands behind her back, her lips slightly curled.
With a hint of a young girl's prideful show-off.
"It looks good." Tang Song's breath was somewhat uneven, "Just... a bit too good-looking."
"Pfft—" Liu Qingning chuckled, her chest heaving, tumultuous waves rising and falling.
She tilted her chin at him, stubbornly explaining, "Don't get the wrong idea. I just went to the school yesterday and happened to remember that my school uniform hadn't been thrown out yet. I just tried to find it, and who knew I'd actually find it."
"Is that so?" Tang Song's face was full of disbelief, "I thought you wore it especially for me."
"Hm hm, you narcissist!" Liu Qingning made a cute face.
Tang Song looked at this familiar face and the familiar school uniform.
His throat moved, and he sincerely praised, "You look beautiful in this outfit."
"Hm hm, of course!"
Immediately, Tang Song casually closed the bedroom door.
With a "click," he locked it.
