An'an had rejected him.
For the first dozens of times, she had merely ignored his requests but this time, she downright rejected him.
Lu Yan pursed his lips, his expression somber as he threw his cell phone on the couch, taking a deep puff of the cigarette.
An'an got up from the bar seat, heading to the bathroom.
He watched her as she walked over to the bathroom. She wore a frayed white knit sweater that day, covering just over her knees, revealing her long and slender legs. With a pair of knee-high striped socks and brown boots on her feet, she appeared so youthful, just like a college student.
Her clothes were loose but it made her appear even more dainty. It didn't matter what she put on, with her ravishing beauty, anything would look good on her. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and she was just like a freshly bloomed flower.
