As for Pink-Hair, before Falling in Love, He Insisted That He Wasn’t the Possessive Type

If you were to ask Shang Qingye which day was the luckiest of his life, he would choose the day he attended Zhou Hao’s birthday party without a moment’s hesitation. On that day, a beauty with long, pink hair leaned in close to him. Pressing against the only ear that could still clearly hear the sounds of the world, the beauty blew a soft breath and said with a smile, “It’s okay. If you lose, I will drink for you.” What reached him even before your body did was your refreshing, lingering fragrance. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: As for Pink-Hair, before Falling in Love, He Insisted That He Wasn’t the Possessive Type — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠