Lu Yi sat on the wide leather sofa, lounging lazily, his gaze on the girl unbelievably gentle. The girl held a wine glass, a smile curling at the corner of her eyes, saying something to Lu Yi.
In the second photo, Lu Yi held down An Ran's small hand that was reaching for a wine glass, his deep eyes looking at her, seemingly filled with endless affection.
A caption under the photos explained: It was my birthday that day. I heard An Ran was working at the bar, so I went to support her. An Ran drank just to celebrate my birthday for me.
After looking at the two photos, An Ran was at a loss for words, staring at Lu Yi with wide eyes, "Class President, if you want to smear me, just say so, okay?"
Lu Yi's handsome brows furrowed slightly, not understanding what An Ran was saying, but he could tell she was unhappy with what he did. He explained hastily, "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to help you."
