She often mistook his affection for her, even before they got married. She always felt that he liked her.
But this time, the feeling was especially strong. So strong that Qiao Yin started to doubt if it was only a misperception. Perhaps he really liked her.
Qiao Yin seemed incapable of handling such a gaze: "Why are you staring at me?"
Lu Lingche nonchalantly replied, "You're beautiful."
She was dazed: "When did you learn to compliment people? Didn't you always think I was ugly?"
Lingche involuntarily furrowed his eyebrows: "When did I ever say that you were ugly?"
Just because he wasn't fond of the fairer sex didn't mean he couldn't distinguish between beauty and ugliness.
However, having known Qiao Yin for a very long time, her beauty did not stun him as much as it would a stranger.
"You always said I was very ordinary-looking!"
"I never said that. I don't usually comment on other people's appearances. After all, appearances can be deceptive and meaningless."
