"Hey, you should do something. I can quit this field because I'm out of work, but you're too lazy, so it's better not to take risks."
He frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you can only make a living with your looks." Seriously, she had to spell it out so clearly.
Nangong Xuan: "..."
"Forget it, I won't bring this up with you. The party is the day after tomorrow. Have you prepared your mask and costume?" Without waiting for Nangong Xuan to answer, she continued disdainfully, "Forget it, just the way you are—I'll get it ready for you."
She spent an entire afternoon choosing outfits for him. While waiting for the call, she rested her chin on one hand, tapping the desk occasionally with the other.
Nangong Xuan found himself entranced as he watched.
Lately, he often found himself watching her, even without realizing it. Her gesture of resting her chin had already been deeply etched into his mind.
