The closed car door blocked the cold wind brought by the snowy night.
Looking at Shen Qiang's disappearing figure inside the Snow Club, Ali, who was sitting next to Ye Xiaolei, said displeasedly, "Xiaolei, you're going to spoil him like this. Men are like dogs, you need to hit them, curse them, and then they'll wag their tails for you. If you keep indulging him, hmph, I don't think you two will last long."
Hearing this, Qian Shanxue frowned.
Ye Xiaolei was stunned, then exclaimed, "Loving someone isn't just about making them happy? Besides, I'm very content now. He has a scent that I've been pursuing for a long time. As long as I can be by his side, everything is fine. As for those things, they're not the entirety of life."
Ali rolled her eyes, "Ha? You're letting yourself relax now, sooner or later you'll end up crying."
"Ali," Qian Shanxue said, "Don't you have something else to do? Should I send you to Doushi Temple to monitor those monks?"
