Shen Jue never knew that someone could be so eloquent.
Every word seemed to stomp hard on his face.
"Rong Qingqing, shut up." Shen Jue couldn't bear it any longer.
Stop reminding him over and over how many times he lost face today.
Rong Qingqing sensibly made a motion of zipping her lips, but still stubbornly shoved the tie box into Shen Jue's hand.
If he wants it, he can take it; if he doesn't, he can throw it away himself.
After all, once she gives something away, there's no taking it back.
The elevator arrived at the fourth floor, and Shen Jue, with a sullen face, walked out behind Rong Qingqing, ultimately not throwing away what was in his hand.
Watching Rong Qingqing walking ahead, she was still swinging the red tie he had worn all night.
When they reached her room door, she suddenly stopped, turned her head and glanced back at him.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Rong Qingqing looked at him and tentatively said, "So, Shen Jue, goodnight?"
