"I'm asking if you like it."
Fang Qing wasn't buying it.
Jiang Chen, who was all talk but actually avoided the question, shut up. "It's okay."
"What do you mean by okay? Are you saying you love all colors equally?"
Fang Qing tilted her head but still didn't cover her shoulder or lie back down, perhaps thinking it was too pretentious or feeling more generous with an old friend.
Jiang Chen subconsciously thought about it.
To be honest.
White, black, red, nude, even leopard print...
Each has its own charm.
The human brain is amazing.
Sometimes it's like AI, out of your control.
For example now, the strap on Fang Qing's shoulder kept changing colors in Jiang Chen's eyes.
It's like every style was extremely...
"Have you had a health check recently?"
Jiang Chen suddenly said, needing to change the subject to avoid being called out. No matter how off-topic, as long as it circles back.
Fang Qing indeed took the bait and asked confused, "What's wrong?"
