Zimei saw him staying silent and flashed a seductive smile at him, reaching out to cling to his shoulder. Her eyes shimmered like alluring butterflies. "A Cheng, you're worried about me, aren't you?"
Ye Cheng's expression remained cold and stern as he stared at her, saying nothing.
"I know, you're definitely concerned about me," Zimei said confidently, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Then I should go grab some liquor because tonight, I'm in an especially good mood."
The woman suddenly let go of him and walked away, her high heels clicking against the floor, leaving behind a trace of tantalizing fragrance.
Ye Cheng watched her retreating back, slightly unsteady in her steps, his dark eyes deep and brooding.
At the poolside, the crowd was enthusiastically dividing the cake, the atmosphere joyous and lively.
