Luo Qingli added another sentence with a straight face: "As long as it makes you happy."
"Are you in a bad mood?" Ye Qingyu seemed in a great mood, grinning as he leaned closer to Luo Qingli. "If there's something bothering you, spill it out so I can enjoy myself."
Luo Qingli almost coughed up blood. "I'm perfectly fine, there's nothing wrong at all."
"Tch! You women are really boring. Tell me, can someone like you even find a boyfriend? Probably not, right? A 22-year-old girl dressing so frumpily—look at your thick black-rimmed glasses, they make you look seven or eight years older instantly."
Ye Qingyu apparently found amusement and wasn't ready to give up teasing Luo Qingli.
