Zhou Yang once thought that he liked northern girls who were straightforward, strong and resilient.
Facts have proved that his opinion seems not to be very accurate.
"Tangyuan, you are so soft." Zhou Yang gently pinched the girl's face and whispered. The tender and delicate feel almost made him lose his soul
"Well..." The girl looked directly at him with clear eyes, "Then do you like it?"
Zhou Yang didn't answer, his ears felt slightly hot.
"It turns out that you big men in the north are also shy!" The girl smiled, her dimples slightly sunken.
Zhou Yang looked at her bright smile. It was... It was so sweet that it touched his heart... Zhou Yang covered her eyes with one hand, leaned slightly closer and whispered: "I lost to you, Miss Lu."