Inside the Lincoln car
Lv Fangxin's face was flushed, and under the dim light, she resembled a budding rose, enticing and captivating.
Chen Yinghan gazed at her with a tender look, filled with the softness of summer honey.
Lv Fangxin wasn't completely drunk; her head felt foggy, but her consciousness remained clear. In her haze, she felt her friend's gaze resembled how one looks at their beloved ragdoll cat at home.
She didn't particularly like this kind of gaze. She was the resolute Lv Fangxin—she didn't need anyone's pity.
"Yinghan, I'll be a superstar in the future."
"You will. But for now, you need to rest properly."
Chen Yinghan's voice was steady, gentle, with a faint undertone of coaxing.
"I'm serious. I want to win awards, and I want to buy a big house."
"Haha! However big a house you want, I'll gift it to you."
"No, I'll buy it myself."
Chen Yinghan couldn't help but reach out and gently smooth down her friend's messy hair as she spoke.
