"Li Na," Ning Yu hissed, gripping her arm like a starstruck fan, "they're even hotter here. My eyes—my eyes are blessed."
Li Na didn't blink. "Mm."
"'Mm?' That's all you've got? Girl, that one in the black shirt just looked at you like you were a limited-edition poster."
She shook Li Na's arm again, but Li Na was unbothered. Her gaze drifted across the crowd, unimpressed.
"Mm" she murmured
None of them look like Tang Zheng.
His face had appeared without warning, clear as sunlight. The shape of his jaw. That look in his eyes when he wasn't speaking. Annoying. Familiar.
She pushed the image away.
"'Mm?'" Ning Yu said again, offended now. "That's all you've got?"
"They're fine," Li Na replied, with that infuriating calm.
"You are a rock."
"And you're overly excitable."
"That's what makes me loveable."
Li Na didn't argue.
