Long Ying narrowed his eyes. He shrugged. "I don't particularly like it, but it's more convenient when walk around with you."
At the front, Lan Huo: "…" Boss, you're the one who hate contact lenses the most because it gets in the way during a brawl.
"Really?" Yu Yan didn't believe Long Ying.
"Yes."
Looking at the contact lenses in her hand, Yu Yan then thought of something before turning her head to look at Long Ying. "You want to reduce the stare of other people to you when you're walking with me."
It was a statement, not a question.
Long Ying didn't answer but his gaze already told Yu Yan that she guessed correctly. Pursing her lips, Yu Yan played with the box in her hand. "You don't have to go that far. Even if you keep on wearing black glasses when you're walking around with me, I don't mind at all."
"I mind."
"What?"
