"You are cute and kind."
He was driving, staring ahead. I seem to remember a saying that says, if a woman is not beautiful, then you can praise her for being cute and kind. He thought that what he said should be very crowning, or at least appropriate.
"I dare say that 99% of girls are very cute and kind." Xingyu winked mischievously and turned to look at Jiang Linruopan.
He didn't answer, and still looked ahead. He didn't speak for a long time, so long that Xingyu thought he wouldn't answer.
"You are different." This is what he said from the bottom of his heart.
Xingyu was slightly shocked. In fact, she had never thought that this hardcore man, the white horse in the hearts of unmarried women in the company, would favor her. She wanted to ask her what was different, but she swallowed the words as they reached her lips.
"Because you are the only Yang Xingyu." He added.
It was as if he could read her mind. Jiang Ruopan turned his head slightly, and there seemed to be light coming out of the corners of his eyes. His side face was incredibly handsome, and Xingyu was distracted for a moment.
Xingyu thought, maybe her heart sank at that moment, into that gentle swamp. Then while sinking, it opens up desperately, so gorgeous.
It's so gorgeous, it must be fermented wine.
I am so open that I don't know joy or sorrow, and I forget the struggle.
So what happens after the fermentation?