The Gentle Psychiatrist (25)
Cheng Ying simply thought that Yue Ran's words were a little strange, but the young woman's expression and tone sounded so natural, as if she did not have any other meaning or ulterior motives hidden inside her words at all, so the young man could not help but reach the conclusion that Yue Ran simply and purely thought that he would match this red collar necklace very well.
But he just could not help but think that something was strange about this. It was quite nagging in his mind.
"This… um… I think… it is better to… uh… forget it… uh, um—"
Before Cheng Ying could finish speaking those incoherent and stuttering words, Yue Ran had gently lifted some of the hair behind his neck and put the red collar on for him.
With a click, the collar closed and fastened upon his neck, and it fits around him just right. It was almost as if the red collar was perfectly made for him from the very start.