Song Yuanxi reached out for the tissue before her and dried her eyes with it.
But when she realized who had given her the tissue, she suddenly jumped nervously.
She turned to look at the young man and quickly said, "I—"
"You what? My darling girlfriend? Or should I say the bed mate I picked up from the streets?"
The young man's playful voice was mellow and rich, like a C major note played on a cello. It carried the sort of charm that could stir a girl's heart.
Song Yuanxi immediately turned scarlet. She clenched her fists tightly and an expression of shame crossed her face.
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Shen Liangchuan stood outside the cafe, looking through the glass facade. He observed the interaction between Song Yuanxi and this man.
He could tell their relationship was not a normal one.
