"She's dressed up so beautifully, so she's dating a man."
Jiang Lin wiped his hands slowly, walked to Sheng Zhiyi, and whispered in her ear.
"Well-dressed, I didn't expect Miss Sheng to like this type," he put his hand on the back of her waist, "Friend? Or lover?"
His breath sprayed behind her ears, and the sound made his head buzz and make him feel dizzy.
"Like him?" He leaned forward, "Huh? Let's talk, do you like him?"
"No... Don't like it."
"Don't like him, Sheng Zhiyi." His voice was filled with joy.
"I'd be jealous."
Intention: Everyone is a distinct individual, you are you, live only for yourself.