As Lou Qianxue stared at Dan Taiyuan, her anger suddenly disappeared. Curiosity took its place.
"If I'm not angry, I'll smile. Dan Taiyuan, smile. Do you understand?"
Lou Qianxue stretched her hand out and hooked the corners of her lips into an arched angle. "This is called a smile! Dan Taiyuan, as long as you can make me smile tonight, I won't get angry. Is that okay?"
"Smile…" Dan Taiyuan stared at her tender and red lips, and a gulp escaped his lips. His attention had obviously shifted somewhere else.
"Right, smile. Do you understand?" It was not her fault for asking. After all, she had never seen this cold and heartless man smile before.
Dan Taiyuan came back to his senses and nodded. "Yeah."
"That's good. Until you think of anything to make me smile, don't come and disturb me."
Then, Lou Qianxue asked him to get up. "Quick, quick. Go and think of how to make me smile."
"Alright." Dan Taiyuan seriously nodded.
