With one hand in his pocket, he waved the other at Song Yi: "Come over and try?"
The man's tone carried a gentle allure, yet was quite soothing.
She listened, swaying slightly in place, watching the man standing not far from her.
"I'm not coming over, you don't love me." She pouted, looking utterly pitiful.
"..."
"You're a man, yet you have a chest bigger than mine, boo hoo hoo..." As she spoke, Song Yi crouched down, sobbing sadly, small and petite in the deep night.
While she cried, a pair of long straight legs appeared in her view. Sniffling, she looked up, tears welling: "What kind of expression is that?"
"Don't believe my chest is bigger than yours?"
"..." Indeed, she didn't believe it.
He didn't speak.
Song Yi raised her hand and directly grasped Tang Si's wrist.
