The Breeze Comes Late

"What are you doing?" The deep voice rides on the electromagnetic waves and transforms into electric current, which then spreads to the limbs and bones, making the girl in love feel elated. "I'm thinking of you." She said in a disgusting tone. There was a chuckle and gasp from the other end, and Song Qingwan heard the little deer bumping around, but the voice in her heart struck her again: "He will never marry you in the future." Song Qingwan silently replied in her heart: "That's just right, I don't plan to marry him either." "My lipstick is white, can you see? This is the one you picked for me when we were shopping together a few days ago. You said it looked good on me." "As long as it tastes good, it doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not." "You look good no matter what." She unconsciously covered her red cheeks, leaned into the man's warm chest, and then said shamelessly: "You are quite discerning."