"Don't give me that spiel, I'm not a little girl." Gu Yuying picked up his glass and drained it in one gulp.
"Why do I get the feeling you're not in a good mood?" Shen Haoxuan squinted, sizing up Gu Yuying with a suspicious gaze.
Gu Yuying played with his glass, his eyelashes lowered. "I'm fine!"
Shen Haoxuan wagged his index finger, rejecting his claim. "No, no, something's off. If you're unhappy about something, spill it. It might cheer me up."
"You see..." Gu Yuying was about to say something when a woman approached them.
She was about 168cm tall with a flow of long, black hair hanging naturally loose. Her face, barely bigger than a palm, was touched by a light makeup. Her eyes were not big, but there was a teardrop mole at the corner of one eye that made her appearance more appealing.
She was not an extraordinarily stunning beauty, but there was a pleasing quality about her. Especially in an environment full of heavily made-up women, she stood out even more.
