Song Qingyang smiled indifferently, "Afraid? What's there to be afraid of? You've already said my love is hopeless. In that case, finding a somewhat good-looking man for some excitement isn't a bad idea..."
Yu Dou's eyes darkened, and the smile at the corners of his mouth faded a bit, "Is Miss Song joking with me?"
"Joking?" Song Qingyang had drunk some earlier. Although not completely drunk, she was a bit tipsy.
Years of hopeless feelings indeed made her moody. At that moment, she thought, just let it be.
And that moment happened just now, at this very moment.
Maybe that way, she could be freed, let go of her obsessions, and from now on, live her life well!
How much she longed to live well, but her heart was unwilling!
She was unwilling!
She smiled, her breath fragrant, "What? Mr. Yu doesn't believe me?"
Yu Dou said nothing, only instinctively stretched his hand to pull Song Qingyang away, but Song Qingyang, perhaps angered by this action,
