Chen Xiangtai hadn't cried for a long time, yet her eyes still swelled up like two large walnuts.
Old Tan stopped the car in front of a fast-food restaurant, and Lu Xinglan led Chen Xiangtai over. She tried to pull her hand away several times, but he didn't let go.
She kept her head down the entire time, refusing to look at him.
Had she just gone into her shell after that hug? What was she, a turtle?
Lu Xinglan released his hand and stopped leading her. "Chen Xiangtai."
She didn't look up. "Mm."
"Not planning on looking up, huh?"
She hesitantly lifted her head, face smeared with makeup. "I look ugly with my makeup ruined." She glanced up briefly, then looked down again.
In reality, Mr. Lu overestimated the girl's emotional intelligence. She wasn't entertaining the same romantic notions that had dawned on him, especially not to the extent of considering their "physical proximity."
Mr. Lu, filled with romantic thoughts, lifted the young lady's face. "You're not ugly."
