Men generally can't help but feel compassion for women who adore them, even if they cannot reciprocate the feelings equally.
Su Jinci softened by three degrees, her gaze turning from cold and aggressive back to gentle.
She had always cultivated the image of a gentle and refined wealthy young master; once she turned on the charm, her appearance and aura became mesmerizing.
"Ming Ge," Su Jinci said softly, "we're just talking at a café outside the film city. It's only a ten-minute walk from your set, you didn't have to dress up so..."
As if considering her dignity, Su Jinci chose her words carefully, speaking softly and awkwardly, "ostentatiously."
"..."
Ming Ge showed a hint of a strange expression.
Between the lines of Su Jinci's words, it seemed to convey a message—
She had... dressed up and spent time doing so just for him?
Ming Ge's expression was indescribable.
This was also...
Way too self-absorbed.
