The pickup line about mistaking a name and the method of reading a palm were unexpectedly listed.
Shang Yanting looked at it and laughed.
He found Jia Xitong's clumsy way of flirting amusing, and even more so, her actions filled his heart with joy.
How could she be... so clumsy?
And so adorable.
Shang Yanting gazed at the open door, feeling both delighted and helpless.
The joy washed over him like a flood ready to engulf him. He wanted to confront her with the book face-to-face but was afraid that she might get embarrassed and angrily deny it.
For a moment,
he uncontrollably placed the book back, pretending as if nothing had happened, standing in the courtyard, looking at the slanting sunlight in the sky.
"Host?"
Jia Xitong entered and saw him in a deep, distant-looking pose, "Isn't the noon sunshine blinding?"
To gaze at the sun like that, one must have eyes of steel.
