When Yu Minglang was sending Qian back, the sky was already dark. No matter how reluctant he was, he couldn't help it. At her doorstep, Qian wanted to get out of the car, but he grabbed her hand.
"Can't you show a bit of reluctance?"
Every time they parted, she left very decisively without a hint of hesitation.
"What you express isn't necessarily true; truly reluctant doesn't mean lingering a little longer," Qian looked at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Yu Minglang, today you got a taste of your own medicine! In their past life, whenever work called, he would leave without a second glance at her.
The chickens always come home to roost. In the month of dating him, Qian felt like she had vented all her past life's frustrations.
"Alright, go back and rest early. I'll make sure to call and write to you regularly."
As soon as he said this, Yu Minglang perked up, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her.
