It's such an attitude, so calm, it never seems to get angry.

This is not Ouyang Mingchen, it's really not him.

When did he become so good-tempered? When did he become angry? No matter how provocative he was, he smiled at himself so faintly.

Tian Feifei finally stopped.

She looked up at Ouyang tomorrow morning.

"Ouyang tomorrow morning, can I ask you again? What on earth are you doing for?

"What's wrong?"

Ouyang raises his hand tomorrow morning, trying to sweep some hair that falls beside Tian Feifei's ear.

Tian Feifei is biased.

Ouyang's hands fell out in the morning, and he held them up there, flashing a trace of...