Ruo Ling,...
"Huangfu Jianchen, you've changed!"
Huangfu Jianchen squinted his eyes, "Oh, what was I like before?"
"I remember you were very devoted and gentle towards Mi Yao, always silently protecting her from behind. Why do you now like to... play the rogue so much?"
"I'm still very gentle with Mi Yao, but I just like to be a rogue with you. What, can't accept it?" The man raised his brows and looked down at her.
Ruo Ling was speechless; she pushed him a couple more times.
Seeing her quiet down, Huangfu Jianchen also calmed down. He held the black umbrella mostly over her head while the right side of his dashing shoulders got soaked by the rain.
Huangfu Yueming was shielding himself with an umbrella as he searched for Little Bud. His thin lips pursed, the cold aura emanating from his body almost merging with the gloomy rainwater.
