第五章 道侣的调戏日常

手机扔在沙发上发出沉闷的响声，唐晚晚趿拉着拖鞋走过去，伸手还想去捡，却被一只骨节分明的大手给截住了。

男人倚在玄关的置物架上， ratings of white snow His posture is straight, the long black hair draped down like a waterfall, and the corner of his eyes is slightly hooked. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt and black slacks, but even in this casual attire, he still exudes an aura of dominance.

"晚晚, don't be like that." Jiang Chen's voice is low and deep, with a hint of amusement. He gently holds her wrist, his eyes fixed on hers.

唐晚晚甩了甩手, but Jiang Chen's grip is too firm. She can't help but feel a little annoyed. "What's so funny about me hanging up the phone like that? Is it because I said I won't be your free publicity?

Jiang Chen let go of her hand and walked over to her. He reached out and stroked her cheek, his eyes full of tenderness. "You're still mad about that call?"

唐晚晚 doesn't want to admit it, but she can't help feeling a little hurt. She's always been tough on the outside, but inside, she's actually very fragile.