However, his regret was that he couldn't stay at ease for very long.
"I stand on the high hill and look afar, there stands a loving man, oh~"
Zhu Qing Yue became more and more immersed as she sang. Standing up with the microphone in hand, she reached out a palm towards Xu Xiangyang, who was sitting on the sofa, as if she was unknowingly enraptured by her own performance.
Yet, the girl's eyes were clearly bright, with a hint of teasing in her smile.
Xu Xiangyang's hands rested on his knees, sitting upright and proper, pretending not to see.
He heard the "crunch, crunch" of someone biting into fruit coming from Lin Xingjie's direction, which made him somewhat hesitant to look over.
Xu Xiangyang suddenly had a strange feeling.
All of this was different from what he had imagined, whether it was Xing Jie's attitude or Qing Yue's performance...
