Qingfeng said, "Yes."
He was afraid of the sudden silence.
After Qingfeng answered, Lin Yue got stuck again, not knowing how to continue the conversation.
Lin Yue clasped his fingers and racked his brains. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the corner of Qingfeng's dress and said anxiously, "Your dress is so beautiful!"
When he said that, he wanted to hit himself. He clearly wanted to say that Qingfeng looked good in this.
His heart was pounding, as Qingfeng chuckled. "Yes."
Like a breeze, it tugged at Lin Yue's heartstrings.
He had never heard Qingfeng's gentle voice. In an instant, the heat on his face that had finally subsided rose sharply again.
His eyes were evasive, like a shy wife who was afraid of meeting people. He did not dare to look into Qingfeng's eyes.
At this moment, Qingfeng sized him up.
Sensing Qingfeng's straightforward gaze, Lin Yue's ears turned even redder.
