On such a night, the faint fragrance from the girl's hair lingered in his nose, and she appeared quite different in her anger than at other times.
That's exactly why Pei Yan always liked to tease her.
Because seeing her frustrated and restrained was a kind of enjoyment.
Amidst the fireworks, Pei Yan reached out and pulled her over, lazily asking her, "How much money is in the red envelope?"
Jiang Shuyao hummed twice, "Don't know, didn't count."
There was a moment of silence above her, and then his other hand began to search within the lining of his coat.
Curious, she watched him, wondering what he could produce from inside.
Under the girl's clear gaze, Pei Yan slowly pulled out a red envelope and handed it to her.
What does this mean.
Jiang Shuyao didn't understand.
The night sky burst into blooming fireworks, dazzling and beautiful.
