Ye Qingqiu paused and quietly lowered her hand.
"It's too troublesome to do that."
Li Tingshen's thin lips curled into a cold smile.
She recalled the scar on the back of her hand from her nails.
When Song Zixian said that he went to the washroom with Ye Qingqiu, Liang Xuer's heart was filled with unease.
But now, he and Ye Qingqiu were clearly in a state where it was better not to meet. From the start, they had not said a word or even exchanged glances.
She had thought too much.
Sensing that the coldness had dissipated, Liang Xuer relaxed slightly.
However, her beautiful eyes landed on his shirt.
She reached out to cover his shirt and patted it gently. "Why are there water marks here?"
After saying that, her expression froze as she looked up at the tall man.
A man like him was noble and clean. Even if he wore a suit for a day, there wouldn't be any dirt or creases.
