Jian Yixue: /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Looking for a ghost! You stinky rascal!

Grumbling to herself, she thought her little secret was definitely beyond Yan Yichen’s guess, but unexpectedly, his deep voice came from above, holding back laughter:

"Cursing me in your heart?"

Damn... Is this guy a fox?

Jian Yixue was dumbfounded for a moment, then began to change the subject, "Where are my glasses? Where did you throw them? Oh, I can’t see anything..."

"Come on, others might not know, but you think I don’t know?" Yan Yichen leaned sideways, propping his elbow on the bed, smiling, "You’re not even nearsighted."

Jian Yixue: "... You even know this."

"Hmph." He lazily curled his lips, grabbed her little hand, "Come on, let me take you somewhere."

"Where are we going? Hey, hey, I haven’t put on my shoes yet!"

Her response was from a certain man who directly carried her downstairs!

Yan Dad and Yan Mom happened to be downstairs, Yan Dad coughed, "Going out?"

"Yeah."

"Have fun." Yan Mom couldn’t help but look at her son with amusement. Seeing her always gentlemanly and polite son do something so out of the ordinary, it seemed he truly had feelings for the young lady!

Well, seeing him indifferent and desireless from a young age, it’s good that someone finally managed to catch his heart! In this world, there’s always someone who can conquer another!

The other servants collectively pretended to be deaf and blind, not saying a word.

Jian Yixue, on the contrary, felt more uncomfortable, shyly burying her face into Yan Yichen’s chest.

Now it’s truly beyond explanation!

-

Yan Yichen took Jian Yixue to a styling studio.

Opening the door, the staff enthusiastically greeted, "Young Master Yan, are you here for a haircut or styling?"

"Not me, it’s her." Yan Yichen pushed Jian Yixue, who was shrinking behind him, forward, "Help me give her a new hairstyle, a change of clothes. Something casual will do."

"Got it! I’ll call David to come... Oh, David is the best stylist in our shop..." The staff prattled on, but Yan Yichen just smiled lightly, "Please get a female stylist, thank you."

"Huh?" The staff was dumbfounded; young master Yan always used David in the past.

Yan Yichen glanced at Jian Yixue, with eyes soft as if overflowing with water, enough to drown someone like in the universe.

"I don’t like other men touching my girlfriend, even if it’s just her hair."

His voice was warm and clean. Jian Yixue had never imagined someone could speak words of affection so beautifully.

The staff was quite clever too, chuckling as they gestured for Jian Yixue to follow.

After that, not only did they look for a female stylist, but even the assistant was female!

-

After hours of fuss, Jian Yixue, sleepy, started to doze off, vaguely hearing someone calling, "Miss Jian, wake up."

Sleepily opening her eyes, she saw herself in the mirror, her eyes gradually widening!

"Miss Jian, here’s the dress and shoes, please put them on."

The assistant handed her a burgundy dress and a pair of matching little leather shoes.

Changing into them, Jian Yixue came out, uneasily tugging at the hem, nervously looking at Yan Yichen.

Yan Yichen was also looking at her, their eyes meeting in the air—

"My girlfriend is just beautiful." She heard Yan Yichen praise earnestly.

Her face flushed instantly, complementing the color of her dress beautifully.