"A pretty girl sure is different; even when she's just having spicy hot pot, someone gives her roses." Lin Fei shook his head, seemingly sad, and said.
Li Ke looked at Lin Fei in disbelief and said, "Lin Fei, are you jealous?"
Lin Fei sighed, "You forget, I am your boyfriend. Someone gave you roses and invited you for coffee; how could I not be jealous?"
Although Li Ke knew Lin Fei was joking, even a fake boyfriend saying this made her very happy.
"Didn't I refuse his invitation? What else are you unhappy about?" Li Ke finished her six-yuan spicy hot pot.
"Wait, it seems the matter is not over yet; now a wealthy young master is personally inviting you." Suddenly, Lin Fei looked at the coffee shop across the street and said to Li Ke with a smile.
At the same time, Lin Fei glanced deeply at the coffee shop, letting a barely visible smile curve his lips, thinking to himself: So that's how it is.
