After his shower, Sun Zhe waited for nearly half an hour before Zhu Yan finally finished getting ready.
He was somewhat exasperated by this and asked, "Yan'Er, how come I never saw you this fond of dressing up when I first met you?"
Zhu Yan rolled her eyes at him. While applying lipstick in front of the mirror, she said, "When I dress up to look beautiful, doesn't it reflect well on you when you take me out?"
"Er... I guess there's no arguing with that."
Zhu Yan put down the lipstick, tossed her handbag to Sun Zhe, then went up and looped her arm through his. "Should I wear stockings?"
"You absolutely have to!" Sun Zhe replied without a second thought. "I need something to touch while I'm eating. How else am I supposed to have an appetite?"
Zhu Yan covered her mouth and giggled sweetly. "Look how spoiled I've made you."
"By the way, little rascal, speaking of which, what did you think of me when we first met?"
