She had applied soft, subtle makeup today, and her usually updo hair now cascaded down her back, its light chestnut curls natural and spread across her entire back, making her look less aloof and indifferent, but rather radiant, beautiful, and tenderly charming.
While Tang Yu was lost in thought, Leng Jing's face was only a few centimeters away from his.
Then, she slightly tiptoed...
What... what exactly was she trying to do?
His Adam's apple bobbed several times, sweat beads slowly formed on his forehead, fists clenched tightly, wanting to say something, to question her, but fearful of scaring her away, all his words stuck in his throat. Tang Yu was so nervous he nearly suffocated!
In the end, Leng Jing finally leaned slightly toward him, extended one hand to reach past him, and pulled a book from the bookshelf behind him...
"May I borrow this book?" she asked.
Tang Yu felt completely drained and deflated.
