Yun Qian raised her head.
She applied makeup, listened to Li Zhibai's words, made changes, and what she hoped to hear was not just an address of 'Miss.'
If it doesn't make him like her more, then the makeup has no meaning.
"Wh-what's wrong!"
A hint of fragrance wafted to the front, Xu Chang'an took a step back, his eyes filled with undeniable panic.
Did he say something wrong?
As a normal man, Miss Yun usually had no trouble handling him, so at this moment Xu Chang'an only felt his mind was a blank, his vision started to wander, and he restrained himself from looking at Yun Qian.
The sky darkened a bit further, as if the heavens were brewing rain once again.
Yet Yun Qian's makeup on her face didn't fade in the shadow at all, the rouge in her eyes appeared even redder, her moist eyes reflecting the "panicked" figure of the young man.
Yun Qian stopped walking, gently pinching her fingers: "You... always like this."
Restraining again.
What's the need for restraint?
