"Wait, the play isn't over yet," Han Yingying huffed anxiously, her curiosity piqued about what would happen next between Ling Wuxie and Ling Xuexue.
"Yingying, look at me," Shen Mosheng said, holding her face with evident jealousy, "I'm not happy when you look at someone else."
"I'm just watching the play."
"But I'm still jealous."
"Alright, alright, then I'll just look at you, okay?" Han Yingying said with amusement, looking at Shen Mosheng. This man's jealousy seemed to be growing stronger and stronger.
Only then did Shen Mosheng smile with satisfaction, "Hmm, Yingying can only look at me."
"You, how come your jealousy is getting stronger and stronger, you've become a jar of vinegar already."
"Yingying doesn't like it?"
"No, I like it very much," Han Yingying didn't hide her joy at all, "Your jealousy only proves you care about me, how could I not like that?"
