Also, when he was blow-drying her hair, she was always so restless, moving left then right, finally bumping her head.
His hands suddenly clenched tight, expression becoming dark and unreadable, eyes narrowing slightly. He emptied the cup of wine in one gulp, got up intending to pour himself another drink, when the doorbell rang.
He casually tossed the cup onto the bar counter, slipped into his slippers, and walked to the door to open it.
Yang Qian stood at the door smiling at him, with a timid smile. Perhaps she thought it was a perfect smile, but Su Junhao found it annoying, so far removed from the smile he had in mind.
The smile he envisioned was so radiant, it could be wide-mouthed, show white little teeth, laugh heartily, a smile so big it made the eyes disappear.
She never smiled shyly without showing teeth, she was always someone who laughed however she wanted.
Someone like her must be someone who can truly live happily.
