"Hey, you better do something. I can stop doing this profession now that I'm out of work, but you're so lazy it's best not to take any risks."
He frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you can only rely on your looks to make a living." Seriously, he had to make her spell it out.
Nangong Xuan: "..."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. The party is the day after tomorrow, have you prepared your mask and costume?" As soon as she finished, without waiting for Nangong Xuan's reply, she continued with disdain, "Forget it, with how you are, I'll prepare it for you."
She spent an entire afternoon picking out a costume for him. As she waited for a call, she rested her chin on one hand, tapping the desk absentmindedly with the other.
Nangong Xuan stared at her, lost in thought.
Lately, he often found himself staring at her, lost in thought. Even he hadn't realized that the image of her resting her chin like that was deeply etched in his mind.
