Before long, he was eager to see if they could still manage to laugh so... irritatingly.
The light in his eyes twinkling, his long, fair fingers gracefully hooked around the stem of the red wine glass on the table, gently swirling it before passing it to Ye Qianyu with a tender, indulgent smile, "Little Yuyu, you can drink now."
Ye Qianyu: "..." Could she say she would have preferred to pour it herself...
Lately, in front of her, this guy had been nothing but the picture of gentle refinement. She really couldn't take much more! She even preferred the earlier Tang Si, who was more casual and nonchalant—even though they would bicker from time to time, she felt more at ease.
If Tang Si knew what Ye Qianyu was thinking at that moment, he probably would have cried; he had worked so hard to assume this persona, and he had done it so naturally, yet he was still spurned by his Little Yuyu, which was simply heartbreakingly disappointing.
