As Deng Yuyuan moved, a slightly curled wisp of hair slipped from behind her ear and fell against her cheek. The stark contrast between her dark hair and snow-white skin softened the sharp, striking beauty of her features, adding a touch of gentle and serene domesticity.
Deng Yuyuan leaned lightly against the doorframe, telling barefaced lies without batting an eye every time her soft pink lips parted.
The young woman was already staring blankly, her brain barely able to process a thought. "Then what time does she get back in the afternoon? I can wait for her."
"I don't know. Sometimes she doesn't eat at the Knowledge Youth Institute."
The girl's expression suddenly shifted. "Are you lying to me?"
Deng Yuyuan schooled her expression, wondering, "Is this girl actually that smart?"
"That woman inside holding the baby, that's Deng Yuyuan, right?" The girl pointed behind her.
