"It's just your hair tips dancing for me."
Li Peifeng stopped singing, tightened his arm around her shoulder, and responded with a smile.
"...I plan to let it grow longer."
Huang Tianxuan reached out with her free hand to twist her long hair, her eyes lowered slightly, her head inadvertently leaning towards Li Peifeng's shoulder.
The atmosphere was just right, if not for Wu Wenyue's sarcastic laugh: "Try saying a few more words, I might just puke on your face."
So it's necessary to hold hands; whoever doesn't feel like they're being neglected. And you can't just sweet-talk one person in front of three, you have to spread it evenly.
"Brother Yue, come here."
"No, I won't!"
Li Peifeng let go of Xu Manning, feeling that it was okay since Wu Wenyue could support her and she could walk. So, he tried to hold the latter's hand.
But Wu Wenyue didn't want to, trying to dodge by circling around Xu Manning.
