When she walked out of the doorway, she saw two boys.
The two boys appeared shy as they had a you-push-me, I-push-you attitude. When one of them noticed her coming out, he immediately turned his head aside.
Lu Qingyan: ??
What was this situation?
Gao Jing cleared his throat like a soldier preparing to march into battle. His hands trembled slightly as he lifted the pastel-colored takeaway bag and extended it to Lu Qingyan like it was a sacred offering.
"Ahem," he began, already regretting everything. "For you."
His voice cracked halfway through the sentence.
Lu Mingxuan secretly examined Lu Qingyan's expression in the corners of his eyes, before looking away
Lu Mingxuan, ever the genius at ruining perfectly good moments, suddenly scoffed, "I didn't want to come. It was him who insisted on bringing me along."
Lu Qingyan's eyebrows twitched.
Her gaze slowly floated from the awkward Gao Jing to the sulky, stiff-backed silhouette of Lu Mingxuan.
