Long Yang withdrew his gaze and brushed her cheek with his fingers, a smile appearing on his lips. "Not as beautiful as you."
Despite the warmth in Lu Liangwei's heart, she replied with feigned displeasure, "But you were clearly so mesmerized that you started spacing out."
"Nonsense!" Long Yang furrowed his brow. "I just thought her circus tricks were pretty impressive."
Sprrrrrt!
At his words, Long Xuan spat out the tea in his mouth.
Opposite him, Lin Qingyuan was completely captivated by the woman on stage.
Just then, the wetness on her face captured her attention. Touching her face and finding her palm smeared in tea, she immediately flared up and slammed her hand on the table. "Long Xuan, you've really gone too far! How dare you spit tea at me!"
"I didn't mean to." Long Xuan was stunned as well, but he quickly collected himself and apologized with a frown.
