Written by: Feng Duan Qing Yi Du
Transmigrated into a novel after her death, Su Jin has an engagement with Lu Xi, the legendary and unrivaled male protagonist, that was arranged between their families. After the revelation of her identity as the ado...
Hello everyone, I must say. This chapter shows a little more chemistry between our two main leads. Also, I have to admire a character here. His dignity and strength of bearing make me feel he should have led the family instead! What do you think?
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Translated by Geeky
Edited by Ely
TLC-ed by Irisu
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Mmmm... Orange juice with honey~ Yum!
When Lu Xi brought the orange juice into the living room, the young lady who he had seemingly annoyed a moment ago was already sitting on the sofa with his notebook computer on her lap as she began to watch TV.
His lips slightly lifted as he walked to an armchair next to her side of the sofa and sat down, pushing the cup forwards a bit.
Through the transparent glass cup, the tangerine-yellow colored juice slightly rippled because it had been moved, revealing several tiny, cute grains of pulp.
"Orange juice?" Su Jin frowned, as she reached her hand out to take the cup, pursing her lips.
The sour and sweet taste filled her mouth, and Su Jin's eyes brightened, "Did you add honey?"
"Yep." Lu Xi nodded, his eyes slightly forming a curved shape as the depths of his beautiful peach blossom eyes revealed traces of a smile.
He knew- she liked orange juice with some honey.
Su Jin gave a small smile, but before she could say "Thank you", she swallowed her words back.
Thank this pervert?
Did she really want him to take his liberties with her again?
After the young lady in front of him asked him the question, she unabashedly took the orange juice and continued to look through her dramas. Lu Xi raised his eyebrow, this girl was really treating him less and less courteously.
But this was also good, right?
He slightly lifted his head as he leaned back onto the chair.
The afternoon sunshine trickled through the French window as a warm yellow light diffused through the entire room.
The girl lay on the couch, as a golden strand of light mischievously fell upon the corner of her eye. Her long eyelashes gently blinked, like a fairy dancing in the light. The time passed, still and well.
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The next morning at Huang Ting; fourth floor, #6 private room.
Han Xuelan sat at her seat, clad in a cerise pink moxiongshort dress, her fair legs cross-legged underneath the table(1). Beneath the tablecloth, the tips of her black high heels were revealed.
