Lan Yue was wearing a dark V-neck thin sweater and was not wearing a jacket. His sleeves were rolled up slightly, revealing the black watch on his left wrist.
Although he was not wearing a top luxury brand, his appearance was outstanding. He was a typical clothes rack and could wear anything with his own unique characteristics.
Ye Yao looked at his handsome and elegant face and thought of the breakup scene in the afternoon. She seemed to still be infected and his heart ached slightly.
Ye Yao and Lan Yue stayed on the same floor of the hotel. The elevator rose and Lan Yue lowered his eyes, his pink lips pursed tightly, looking troubled.
From Ye Yao's angle, his eyelashes were long and dense, making people have the urge to touch them.
Ye Yao broke the silence in the elevator and raised the bag in her hand. "I bought a barbecue secretly. You know that female celebrities can't touch these things. My manager keeps a close eye on me and I snuck out."
